Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131023233155/@comment-12599067-20131027025546

(It came back to help them.)

Revan produces a scroll.

Revan: "Where to?"

There is sorrow in his voice. The Miasma is still standing there, purple smoke curling off it's form. Within moments, the Miasma has slunk inside the cell.

Miasma: "Marvelous. A Daedric Shard. Just wonderful."