“What in the Dark Mother’s name are you doing in my chamber? What was he saying? XXNX This couldn’t be real. He stepped away from the alcove and over to a nearby rug, a richly woven thing. “Perhaps my lord has drunk too much of the house wine. When they came upon the leather covering his groin and legs, they set to work deftly untying tassels and loosening the garments. “Close the door,” he commanded. “The private goods.”
“Speak clearly man!”
Hauclir took a deep breath. Malus roared like a hungry wolf. How had he never thought to ask the daemon for gifts with such… A true master of stealth. Hauclir remained there by the bed, his attention split between the steaming pants that had landed by his feet and by the grotesque actions of his lord.
