Gretchen
"Well, You're a bit silly if you cant figure it out... I cant say his name... Not yet anyway. It distracts him... Saying his name. But he's in the Blue Palace... In the Pelagius wing... If I dont get in well... No i don't want to think about it!.."

*Her tone shifted at the end. To despair, as though she were about to cry. She covered her face with her hands and looked down.*
Alex
That confirmed the Daedric aspect to all of this. Incantations held power, especially when names were involved. 

"If you don't get in, what? What'll happen?" She was curious, but not quite curious enough to deal with anything related to Sheogorath. The only thing that might've been able to push her to do it would be if there was some sort of real threat to Solitude—which might've been the case, if the stories of the Pelagius Wing were to be believed.
Gretchen
"Death! Despair! Agony! The fabric of reality torn apart!"

*She was greatly exaggerating it, maybe that much for the shivering isles residents.*

"Thousands of people... Lost without guidance... And his influence here... It will grow... Once he leaves... The results at the palace will be catastrophic! We must convince him to leave..."
Alex
Mirihil sighed and she brought a hand up to her face, rubbing her temples with her middle finger and thumb. There was a strong possibility this was just ravings that held no weight to them, that her time would be better spent heading home. But there was also a possibility it was completely true.

"Look, I'll help you out," She decided, arms dropping back down to her side. "But is there any way you can guarantee I won't... I don't know, turn into a skeever, have my body turned inside-out, that sort of thing?"
Gretchen
"It wont be permanent if you do... Master is... Temperamental... But he is fair."

*She smiled. It seemed genuine... And her small pupils got larger.*

"You truly will help? It would... It would mean a great deal to me."

*She was less worrisome now... Almost sounded normal. Which was more unnerving.*
Alex
The sudden shift in attitude made shivers run down Mirihil's spine. She let out another sigh before saying, "Yeah. Lead the way."

Three things were troubling her. The first was the fact that she was about to get wrapped up in the schemes of the Mad God. The second was the lack of armor on her body and a sword at her side—magic would be able to rectify that, at least. The third was the question of how Sheogorath was even meddling in Nirn in the first place. Was it a pocket realm having some localized effect on the Pelagius Wing? Maybe a ritual conducted by a mortal? Her mind suddenly landed on the Bosmer she'd seen scurrying away. Maybe it was all his doing. Either way, she trusted she'd get her answers soon enough.
Gretchen
"What is your name? I'm Ayrenn Numralion... This is when you introduce yourself, right?"

*There was a Thalmor Officer in Dominion land just before the War named Vincano Numralion... But that was a Man. But a vicious one... Responsible for personal persecution of Rahjin worshippers, against orders.*

"Oh, and we've just got to get into the Wing... Through Nice or Not Nice means..."
Alex
The name meant nothing to Mirihil. Her parents had left long before the Great War, and either way, they'd never been associated with the Thalmor. There was no way Mirihil could have known the person before her had once committed such crimes.

"Let's just try not to hurt anyone. It's locked, I presume? I can use magic to open it." With that, she started walking towards the Blue Palace.

"So, why exactly are you doing this?" She asked. "I've got a feeling servitude to your master isn't your sole motivation."
Gretchen
"Oh... Then it wont be any trouble then."

*She sounded somewhat disappointed. More that she couldn't have "Fun".*

"It mostly is... I think... But of course there's always Rewards! Bountiful rewards... I'm sure you might indulge in some too... Maybe a little pastry..."

*Her going in between what seemed like perfectly sane speech and nonsense made figuring out what was truthfully her speaking difficult. Perhaps she wasn't mad at all and was just feigning it.*
Alex
"Hm. Think I'll just stick with averting a crisis and potentially discovering a new method of Daedric incursion for my reward. I have a feeling your master's pastries would be filled with acid," She said as she walked, noting the disappointment in Ayrenn's voice. That apparent desire for action kept Mirihil wary and ready to cast a paralysis spell to restrain Ayrenn if the need arose.

Eventually they'd get to the Blue Palace courtyard, attracting strange looks from the guards there due to Ayrenn's outfit. Still, they were allowed to pass. Mirihil held the door open for Ayrenn, taking the opportunity to scout out the area. She hoped that wherever the Pelagius Wing was, no one was keeping eyes on it.
Gretchen
*The wing was to the right... Ayrenn knew where it was. She stood by the door.*

"It's this one... The guards dont patrol here much... Abandoned for a reason... Can you get the lock?"
Alex
Mirihil walked up and opened the lock with a gesture, feeling the small thrum of magicka resonate through her. She swiftly opened the door and walked through it, holding it cracked open just enough for Ayrenn.

She tried her best not to show it, but she could sense that something was... Off. Reality seemed to warp around itself, but it wasn't the same feeling as a portal to Oblivion. It was like she was consciously stepping into a dream. 

At the same time, she felt Ayrenn—no, an object on her—light up with magic. Suddenly the pieces locked into place, and she waited to see if her hunch was correct.
Gretchen
*She smiled, entering the musty... Cobweb filled room. She looked around as though she were looking for something. But whatever it was, she didn't find it in the first room, and she moved to the stairs.*

"Come on... It should be just around here, It isn't like-"

*But then she just stopped mid sentence... Something was very off... But she was likely in trouble...*
Alex
"Ayrenn?" Mirihil called when she realized the sudden silence. She followed the path Ayrenn had taken, expecting to see her standing there, maybe in shock at seeing some gory display put on by the Mad God.
Gretchen
*As she rounded the corner, it would feel as though she was falling. Out of reality, maybe. Everything went to black, and then suddenly...

"More tea, Pelly my dear?"

"Oh, I couldn't. Goes right through me. Besides, I have so many things to do... So many undesirables to contend with. Naysayers. Buffoons. Detractors. Why, my headsman hasn't slept in three days!"

"You are far too hard on yourself, my dear, sweet, homicidally insane Pelagius. What would the people do without you? Dance? Sing? Smile? Grow old? You are the best Septim that's ever ruled. Well, except for that Martin fellow, but he turned into a dragon god, and that's hardly sporting... You know, I was there for that whole sordid affair. Marvelous time! Butterflies, blood, a Fox, a severed head... Oh, and the cheese! To die for."

"Yes, yes, as you've said, countless times before..."

"Harumph! Well then, if you're going to be like that... Perhaps it's best I take my leave. A good day to you sir. I said good day!"
"Yes, yes, go. Leave me to my ceaseless responsibilities and burdens..."

Ayrenn was standing behind Pelagius, staring. She was wearing a red and purple dress now... A very fancy one. Mirihil would also now be in fancy attire...*