After informing her that yes, he had dragged her all the way over here because of the skeevers and no, they were not bloody yet because that was her job, he left.

He left her.

To kill.

Some.

Bloody.

SKEEVERS!

Which is how Adesse found herself chasing the Skeever-From-Hell that Just-Wouldn't-Die and was Too-Smart-To-Be-Natural.

He was a mutant.

Or was an escapee from some insane mage's lab. (It was quite possible; you would be surprised how many insane mages were hiding out there. Gods know she'd killed enough of them.)

She sighed.

Killing the rest of the buggers wasn't that bad. You just had to corner them. It was finding them that was difficult.

After treading through skeever droppings, tripping over the half-charred remains of a troll (Which totally explains the smell.) and running after the Demon-Rat, Adesse was beat.

And she hadn't even started on the list of things the dragon had wanted to be done before he got back.

"'Clear out the rats.' He said, 'Then clean the Landing and Hallway.' He said. Sheesh, those are two floors just by themselves!" She huffed.

"And he wants me to clean the Reception and Dining Chambers! Didn't even bother to tell be where they were to begin with!"

He had forbidden her from going into the Master's Chamber, saying that he wanted to "supervise" her when she was cleaning it.

"Clean out your own damn room." Adesse muttered viciously, sitting down on what had to have once been a giant fire pit.

She patted her pockets, wondering if she had put any food in there.

'This has to be the Dining Chamber.' She thought absently, 'And the big room where I first saw the skeevers must be the Reception Chamber.'

Her hand closed on something and she brought it out. She squealed with delight, before happily biting into her sweet roll.

"So I'll start from the bottom" she muttered, licking the crumbs off her lips, "and go to the top. Less of a mess that way."

She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, smearing skeever blood all over her face.

"But first," her stormy eyes narrowed, "That skeever's got a date with Oblivion."