Seems like I awakened in some tusking nuthouse shack. A Khajiit found me bawling my eyes out. Probably after one too many mugs of Ungroth. Nasty blend! Said I was crying about losing all purpose in life after my partner broke off our wedding. Even told her why. My left tusk fell out! The family thought it was a sign of weakness.

The Khajiit calls herself Noth. I don't remember coming here. Did the mad cat carry me here, or someone else? Anyway, the strangest part was waking up all tucked in a bed on the ceiling! Didn't fall, but Noth was staring right up at me. Said I could sleep for as long as I like.

Place seems strange, but it's the best I've been treated in a while. Maybe I'll stay for just a day.

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This shack is a madhouse! Noth introduced me to her cultist friends who seem to come and go as they please. Made me do all sorts of nonsense with them. I played along. We planted a few special surprises in some stores at Wayrest before they opened. Scribs, animal skins, colorful liquids. And all for the fun of it! Strange, mad folks these are. They even complimented my hollow tusk hole. One even wanted to touch it!

Now Noth and her friends are trying to coax me into their cult and accept their mad Daedric Prince Sheogorath. He's supposed to be visiting the shack soon, too. I'm not the religious type, but I've heard twisted stories about this Prince. Maybe the old curmudgeon deserves a chance. I'd be wallowing away in some ditch if it weren't for his mad followers!

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I'm starting to feel right at home! The ceiling beds, the cages, even the trash that Noth's cooking up smells better than my ex-partner's stew! Today we're preparing a feast for Sheogorath's visit. Pots are boiling and giggling hilariously! Pans are sizzling and burning brightly! Smoke's fogging up the shack so much that those fools are trying to trap it in baskets! I love these idiots!

We're about to run out of provisions, so Noth's making us grab whatever we can get our hands on for her final dish. And you know what? I'm doing it! I'm yanking out my other tusk and tossing it in the stew! It's time I live without that hanging over my head! No more one-tusk judgment!

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I'm tusk-free! Noth and the rest of the cultists are treating me like a martyr. I made it clear to them there was nothing sorrowful about tossing my tusk! Told them it was my offering to Sheogorath. That I'm one of them now! A mad devotee who's free of people's opinions about them! I finally understand true madness. And I love it!

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Those sneaky, slippery schemers. The feast we've been preparing all this time is for me! Sheogorath's going to take a little longer to arrive. Something about Noth finding a suitable guardian or some such nonsense. Maybe I'll toss my axe into the ring. I'm itching to chop something. Someone! Maybe I'll start with this overgrown toenail and flick it at someone's plate!

Anyway, life's starting to feel good. I feel alive and I'm famished for dinner!

To the first of many crazed feasts among friends in our Shivering Shack!