Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131124195016/@comment-3293219-20131128000526

"I can sympathise, sometimes a craving for cheese can overcome all senses... Haskill!" Sheogorath called, snapping his fingers.

A tall, twisted man appeared before him, bought forward by magic as if summoned like a creature.

"Bring me and Elder Minity some cheese!"

"I fear that our cheese reserves are low, due to the fact that you outlawed all forms of cheese, three years ago my lord..." Haskill replied, his tone was void of life, though this was common for any butler in tamriel, especially long serving butlers.

"Did I?"

"Yes... as I recall, you tried to make tea with cheese instead of milk and the taste offended you so greatly, that you banished all cheese from the isles." Haskill explained.

Nish was amazed that the butler could keep a straight face whilst telling that story. "Look... not to interrupt your reminiscing about cheese but we really need to get out of here."

The cultists smashed a battering ram into the cellar door, they had heard the comotion and it was only a matter of time, before they came pouring in.

"I still haven't been convinced, I see no profit in helping you and there's plenty of favours that you could be doing for me! Haskill, bring me that list of tasks that I wrote to keep the mortals occupied."

"No such list exists my lord..." Haskill informed him.

"Are you sure? Damn nation! I'll just have to write one myself!"

The cultists tried the battering ram again causing the ice ward that protected the door to shatter.