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Mal rolled his eyes, snapping his fingers and producing between them a silver coin. At least that much magic he could manage. He pressed it into the imp's palm and set him down. "Relax."

Malachai smiled, gathering up the packages and setting them on the bar counter. "You're welcome and thank you."he said, thinking a moment before adding in a guttral, growling foreign tongue: "Do you speak Demonic?"

The imp blinked, curling his tail between his legs, holding the coin against his chest as if thinking about it. The cord around his little neck glowed a hot red before the imp answered very softly in the same tongue, "No talk to customers. Master Atish say bad business."

Tamriel had paused halfway down the stairs. Someone had let the little imp inside, she sighed and finished descending. The imp attention falling to her, his little hand out and shouted, "NEVERMORE." Tamriel walked into the kitchen but the imp was content where he was, the hand without the coin very much out in her direction.

Tamriel came out with a plate of red meat, she smiled at Malachai but her attention was on the imp, she set the plate down with a clatter in front of the imp, eyes now narrowed, "You've been paid in silver so I will feed you." The imp puffed up and shrilled, "Nevermore," thrusting the empty hand into her face. Tamriel's temper was thin- it was certainly not a good look for her. Slapping the hand out of her face, "No. Eat the meat or leave."

The imp trilled softly, looking his hand over before turning and hissing at her - his small palm producing a fiery burst for her face. Tamriel did not flinch, she seized the imp by the neck, one of her rings clattering to the counter as long claws formed to bury in its neck- only drawing tiny beads of blood. The imp was frozen in her gaze. "Know your place, Messenger. Do not be greedy."

Not letting the imp go or breaking eye contact with it, Tamriel nodded slightly, "One silver coin is all he is allowed per delivery no matter the size. It is the deal he made and the deal he has to abide by- if I give him another coin I'm the one who gets in trouble." The imp closed his eyes and quivered, whimpered.

Tamriel gently set him down with a sigh and passed a healing palm over the wound. The imp began to eat the meat, his wound all better now, he dared to chirp happily. Tamriel put her ring back on and shook her head, She ran a hand through her bangs- the ends singed a bit, "He's young so he tests what he can do. I do not want to deal with Atish as his contract is... very vague in many places."

The imp offered Malachai some of his meal with a bloody smile.

The imp gaped and danced in a circle, looking at Tamriel then back at Malchai. Tamriel glared at the imp, who froze then started to lick the plate. She looked to Malachai with a soft polite smile, "Atish is very high up on the ladder. He deals mostly in information."

The imp trilled softly, "Huldra is modest. Master Atish is king." The imp swallowed hard as the cord around his neck tightened and singed. Tamriel sighed, "He is 'a' king, a very loyal one." Tamriel sank a fang into her finger to draw a little blood, she tugged the cord a bit, lengthening it only slightly, "You shouldn't be talking beyond your contract. You'll kill yourself." The imp grumped and waved his tail- this was the nicest the Huldra had EVER been to him. He looked to Malachai and beamed- it must be because of him!