╔═════════════════════════╗ ㅤㅤㅤ “ 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳, ㅤㅤ𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯. ” ╚═════════════════════════╝

Now that's simply confusing. The Divines are considered God's, each governing their own role. Arkay is practically the Prince of Life and Death, ruler of the cycle and seasons. Practically one of his enemies. “ I... see... ”

“ A Daedric Prince...? That is impossible. We already follow the laws of Arkay; if someone were to be on par with them. It would fundamentally terminate Tamriel. ”

“ Is he anything like Sithis…? ” The saxhleel poured the tea and slid the cup to the canine. “ I don't seem to recall anyone who fits that description. ”

“ Death..? ” He seems a bit puzzled by that. “ Who goes around calling themselves Death? Is that what their parents called him…? ”

“ That sounds lovely. I have some pasties to share, too. A new batch. ”

“ I recently did a commission for a friend... I got paid, of course, but they decided to hand me some tea. I rarely know anyone who drinks it. ”

Are they done? He has some royal black tea he wishes to part with.

That lasted for a solid five minutes.

Hmm... Maybe he should find someone else to share this tea blend...

He assumed that the dog was much more refined than this. Seeing them explode in such rage.

He's... Somewhat surprised.

“ No... I heard about them, but I told myself I wouldn't intervene in their affairs. It doesn't bother me in my current situation. ” He sighs.

“ Currently just wandering. Picking up some odd jobs to pass the time. I have been doing my best to find myself in this world. Without the need to take it over like the others do. ”

“ Please use my Cyrodilic name. Feast-By-Night. Feast for short. Anything else, and I might turn you into my next test dummy. ” He downed the rest of his wine before sliding the glass back toward the bartender. “ What about you? What should I address you by? ”

"We can play this game all day, and you'll still be the only one who made no progress." He spoke, standing up from his throne as he began his stroll toward the stranger.

Well, that's only if they wake up. Just now he finished drawing a monocle.

With a simple flick of his finger, he sent one of the skeletons to absorb the hit for him. “Do you really think that's going to work...?” Then, with a snap of his fingers, the ground trembled, and hands bursting from the dirt began to swarm around the robot.