IT'S KIND OF LIKE AN ILLUSORY POCKET DIMENSION
made of charcoal
or lead, and you can stuff all of your friends in there or just a flower but whose to say which is better? which is easier?
I am eating her inside out because I'm trying to figure out the difference between a bag of doritoes and a doritoes bag, emotionally, graphically;
so I was walking through the ice, and I happened upon a wizard living in the ice. This wizard told me that he needed me to go steal blood from the Mer-folk to open his locked box. I didn't have much better to do, so I accepted the blood-harvesting device from his eager hand and set out, but imagine my surprise when I come back with eight-fold buckets of fish-person blood fresh from the last subjects in all of Tamriel, and I found out that he was really asking for that of elves.
Well, I asked if the fish-man blood would work anyways, because the wizard's wording was ambiguous enough, maybe his box wouldn't notice either (also, Belethor had this really nice sword, so I traded the blood-harvesting device to him for a basket, which I then deftly maneuvered onto his head while he wasn't looking; with his looking-eyes gone to wicker, that sword was mine in no time). Ice-man thought it might work– the fish-folk could well have been descended from the elves. Using the duller edge of the blade Wickereye-Wyrm, I slathered the now-quite-congealed fish blood onto the ancient metal of the lockbox. Nothing really happened, so I let the blood out of the wizard's throat, and drew a big, ambiguous line through that item in my quest journal. On my way to leave the home of the wizard, a wretched-abyss formed, blocking my way. "I am Haeramus Mora..." it tried to tell me, but I had stolen two of ice-man's baskets, one of which fit perfectly onto the wretch's head, confusing it briefly enough to allow me to pass, forever out-running the wizard, his lockbox, and the probably restless souls of those innocent fish-people.