You wander through a forest, leading you towards a city. You enter a palace overlooking the city, and you ask the nearest person where you are. He says these words:
You are in the Shivering Isles. If you have an appointment with Lord Sheogorath, you may proceed. I am Haskill, His chamberlain.
You proceed, walking to a throne with a man in a colorful suit with intricate, almost hypnotic, designs on it. He asks your name, but interrupts himself mid-sentence.
Who are- Oh! My bad. I should introduce myself first. Or, you can call me Dan. Only if you're partial to havin' an angry immortal turnin' ya into a sweetroll! Ha ha ha! But, assuming that wouldn't be somethin' good for you, you may call me Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. Haskill! Get them somethin' to drink! Maybe some Grummite Blood Tea! It tastes like cherries and willow bark. Delicious. ANYWAYS! Who are you, and how did you get here? On second thought, don't tell me. Or do. I don't care either way.