“You have nothing to offer me anymore, my reptilian chum. I have your sanity and his soon enough, and you have nothing else of value to me, so if you want to bargain over this like a damn fool, you’ll have to find some other sap to listen to you.”
Gimbles spat on the cobbles as he marched through the Hollow City with purpose. His most recent little chat with Sheogorath had been as infuriating as ever, but it doesn’t do to blame the Mad God for making one mad.
If one Daedra couldn’t fix this, he’d find another who would.
He stopped briefly before the imposing facade of the Chapel of Light that towered above the city. You know what you’re doing, he told himself. What needs to be done. He sighed, nodded with worried determination, and climbed the steps to the temple doors.
“My dear Rus-Meht! Are you well?” Meridia’s pleasant voice echoed through the Chapel as she saw him enter. She still called him by h