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Malus bent forward and began to sniff at all sides of the case, the black bead at the end of his long snout wiggling as he inspected it for any magical traps. The wolfman cleared his throat and straightened his posture. "Pardon the noise, My Lady." And with a tight fist, the hound smashed his...

There was a long rasp of a wheeze, and then, weakly, "Maester... Felwin's... Study..." *** Arriving at their destination, Malus quietly shut the door behind Dahldaera as she entered. It was a spacious chamber packed wall-to-wall with bookshelves. To their immediate left was a cluttered desk...

There was a nod from the wolfman before he was off. Then, up the stairs he went, and his hulking frame disappeared around the bend. Moments of silence passed when suddenly Malus' snarl sounded up and down the stairwell. There was the loud, clamorous rattling of armor, a sharp gasp, and a thud...

"Seems not," grumbled the hound in response as he composed himself and moved to lead the party again. He had to duck through the corridor and closely listened as Bast lent her knowledge. "What a waste," Malus said plainly, "So much more good can be done." At the end of the passageway stood a...

Malus blinked at Bast's display and suddenly felt very silly standing under the overhang. The wolfman's ears folded back and he took his place at Dahldaera's flank while Bast uncoiled the makeshift ladder. After she reached the top, Malus gave the ladder a second tug before following up with...

Malus, of course, had his thoughts on the matter. But the word of his Lady was absolute, and nothing save for foul magics would break his conditioning in obedience towards her. "Yes, Mistress. It shan't happen again." Stepping into the room, Malus brushed crumblings of dirt and rock off his...

Malus listened and found his curiosity to be sated. At the mention of this Conduit, the wolf recalled a conversation with the Maker. "The Conduit," said the Forgemaster Kalavan, "Is your Lady's sister."...

Obedient and waiting, Malus nodded with Dahldaera's motion and began down the tunnel. He was hunched forward, one hand pressed against the low ceiling, and took up most of the narrow passage with his large frame. "How did they manage, I wonder," mused the wolf from ahead, his mellow timbre...

Dahldaera's Shadowhound nodded once. A thing to remember always—that he should comport himself to honor his namesake. If only he knew that the name had been suggested by Kalavan to spite the great King. If only Dahldaera knew. "Ah, so-" Cut off by her sign, Malus jerked to attention and...

"Forge...master," echoed the shadow. "I'm named after a king, eh?" he asked, pulling his long cloak tighter around him as a breeze passed down the trail, "A beast like me." Malus guided Dahldaera through winding streets and narrow alleys, following his trail of claw marks left behind from the...

A gloved hand rested over the pouch. Enjoy perhaps put it lightly. Malus learned to treat himself to them sparingly, for he never knew when Bast would return with a new batch. This took a great deal of restraint. Economical. Wise. Powerful. Malus was filled with a great deal of pride that the...

"Ah, no. Just some cubs passing through the gate. I did ask, though. Folks say ever since the destruction, the maesters, they call them, stay in the college." From an embroidered pouch tied to his belt, Malus produced a small, dark biscuit and placed it into his mouth. Turned his face away from...

Malus craned his neck and watched as Bast skittered up a nearby building, his black lips slightly parted in silent awe. "That's right," his head whirled to his master's voice, "Apparently, it's not open to the general public." Looking back up, Bast was gone. Nearby, certainly. Perhaps watching...

Malus attentively listened to Bast, who had served as an intermediary between the Shadowhound and his master during his travels in the Overbright. He'd come to welcome her company and the wisdom she would share. "They hoard knowledge and secrets that could be used for good," chimed the hound as...

"Aye, Mistress," Malus reverentially dipped his head before standing. Taller and taller, the hound grew, his frame wild and endless. Then turned and made for the direction he came. "Most slava retire to their beds at night," he said, "Their days begin and end with the sun's rising and setting."...