Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151110155038/@comment-24510587-20151218191339

The Breton, who had refused to accompany the group in getting a water supply, now returned, this time actually wearing his tunic. It was a fine garment, apparently of Dunmer craft.

"While you were out getting water," he said, uttering the last word as if it were a curse, "I have actually been busy. Malakh?"

The Breton flicked his wrist, and behind him, a Dremora Kynval materialised.

"What is it this time, master?" The hellish creature spoke.

"Fetch me a bottle of the ale I just bought."

The Kynval grunted. "Why must you summon me for such menial tasks? This is below me!" "Yeah, well," the Breton responded, "my most precious father put you in my control. Take it up with him."

The Kynval grunted once again, and a bottle of ale materialised in his hand.

"Much appreciated," the Breton said while taking the bottle from the Dremora. "You can go now."

"With pleasure." Leaving behind a violet sphere, Malakh vanished as quickly as he had appeared.