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Re: F!DB!Breton/Ancano - Stamina 2/?

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Several days passed without any further incident in his "room". Though you really couldn't call this dingy little hovel a decent room at all. Still, Ancano was under strict orders to maintain a certain politeness on this mission. And he was entirely capable of carrying them out. Afterwards, however, Savos and Maribelle would pay for their mockery.

The Altmer was almost disappointed with the lack of tribute, though he didn't quite admit it to himself. He'd become somewhat accustomed to anticipating what sort of display would be awaiting on his bed when he arrived every evening. Perhaps the foolish little Breton girl had learned her lesson. Well, he supposed that was a good thing; she very well should be aware of her place. Such behavior was not to be tolerated against any Thalmor member... especially by a lesser race.

In fact, he hadn't seen her around for days. Not that he'd been looking for her specifically, of course. He was also under orders to keep a very close eye on ALL the apprentices. Still...

Ancano was loathe to admit that he was growing a tad lonesome. These last long weeks without his own people to converse with had left him rather bereft. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep up his façade of lofty disdain. This eve, after he'd managed to choke down a horrid burnt hunk of roast beef, and a soggy tasteless batch of leeks, he reluctantly made his way towards his dubious bedchamber... Only to freeze in disbelief in the doorway for the second time.

Dozens and dozens of smallish green bottles lined every available surface areas, including the floor. His bed was also laden with them. On his pillow was a note. Seething, the high elf snatched the parchment and read the scrawled message:

Hi besty! Check your chest!

Ancano crumpled the letter in a fist and swung his head around. His trunk lid was open again.

"Bloody little witch," he growled, flinging the lid the rest of the way open.

Inside, there were several more stamina potions and about a half dozen new amulets of Kynareth. His septims, clothing and dagger were nowhere to be seen.

Ancano stared down for a moment more, clenching his jaw, before a curious calm overtook him. "Of course you realize that this means war."