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Aaralon's Discoveries | Sixth | 2

 

Aaralon shook his head. "Let's get some things clear. I'm in charge here, you're going to do what I tell you and only what I tell you to do. If you try anything sneaky then I'll banish you that very minute." He paused and added, "And that includes cock and bull stories about being nearly six feet tall. You're the height I expected and there's no chance I'm going to repeat some unknown spell for you."

The Tar'oth pouted, "Yes master," she said with a flap of leathery wings. "How might I please you?"

She might be tricky, but she was right about one thing, thought Aaralon; at six inches tall she really was too small to be any fun.

"You're supposed be some sort of scout," he said to the still pouting demonette, "What abilities to do you have?"

The little demon flew around in a small circle, apparently pleased by the question, "I'm the very best there is. I'm small, sneaky and I can fly. Just what you need in a scout and I can open any sort of non-enchanted and quite a few enchanted locks with just a click of my fingers. If you want, if it would please you master, you're able to see through my eyes and hear what I hear."

Hmm, that might be useful. Aaralon mulled over the possibilities. What was going on across the college campus as this time of night? He suspected that Gartock the Elf had been cheating in tests and sneaking a preview of the answers - not that cheating annoyed Aaralon, he just didn't like any classroom rival beating his test scores. Gartock was only a hundred or so years old, young for an elf, but already far too arrogant for Aaralon's stomach to take. Perhaps he could catch Gartock in the act. Better still, perhaps Emerald would be taking a late bath. Emerald was just the sort of elf that did appeal to him, only she was a half-elf.

"Deal," said Aaralon. "You'll spend the night scouting for me. In addition, to make sure no one sees you I'm going to bind into this task a caveat that ensures your banished from this realm the very second any student other than myself, teacher or college staff sees you."

The demonic scout shrugged her tiny shoulders, "As you wish, master." She flew up to the skylight, unlocked the bolt there with - as she said she could - a click of her fingers and vanished into the night sky.

 

Who does Aaralon and his demonic toy manage to spy on?


          Surprises among the soap bubbles.

          Cheater, cheater, pussy eater

          Her Highness Lowness

          Let's give your power a try

 
 

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