"A desert? Why are these strange new places always deserts? Deserts are, so, BOOOORING!!!" Suddenly, right next to the group, an old man appeared. He wore a strange sort of attire that was red on one side and blue one the other. After looking around, he let out a "harumph" and continued. "So very hot! So very dry! So very endlessly boring! Those are the words that describe deserts! But forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself. You can call me... Anne Marie! But only if your partial to being flayed alive, and having an angry god play hopscotch in your hollowed out rib cage! If not, you may call me Sheogorath! Daedric prince of madness." He gave a long enough pause that someone may have opened their mouth to reply, then abruptly continued by softly saying, "Charmed."