The eyes of The Daedric Prince of Madness, Sheogorath suddenly snapped open as the feeling that something exciting was about to happen stirred him from his nap. "HASKILL!" Sheogorath called out.
"Yes, my lord?" Sheogorath's chamberlain stepped forward.
"Bring me my traveling boots, and bring me The Wabbajack!" the Prince of Madness ordered "I'm going on another holiday"
"But you've just returned from your holiday to-" Haskill tried to protest before Sheogorath interrupted him.
"Do as I say or be baked into pie!" Sheogorath snapped.

Once Sheogorath was ready to leave, he left a random dark seducer in charge and left. Sheogorath walked for miles and miles. He traveled far beyond The Shivering Isles, far beyond The Never There, far beyond The Plains of Oblivion. Finally, Sheogorath stopped at a stone table and sat in the ornate stone chair at the table's head. "So" The Prince of Madness said to no one in particular "Now that I've arrived, what's this excitement you've been yammering on about?". Almost as if something decided to answer Sheogorath's question, several rifts opened up near the table. Someone then walked through one of the rifts. "Welcome!" Sheogorath greeted "Please, do have a seat".