Anruin woke up from a nightmare, already half forgotten. Something about the orphanage and his skimpies. He looked to his nightstand and looked at the potion Yukov had slipped him as he left. A potion to restore mana to its' drinker.
'This is a dangerous quest, and I don't think I'll be able to go back to the guild after this...' he uncorked it and stared down. He thought the thought of most people about to make a terrible decision.
'Fuck it.' He gulped down.
"Why does it taste like cherries?" he thought out loud before becoming light headed and falling back to sleep. When he woke up again, the sun was barely out. He looked into the mirror in his room,
"Holy- it worked!" He said, noticing his eye color. Back to its' old green. He pointed near his bed and an orb appeared, shining the room in brilliant puple.
"Scampers!" He hugged the daedra before him,
"Eh, what?"
"Hold that thought" another of the spells was cast,
"Mast- oh, it's... yooou." The dark seducers forgetting of his name could wait,
"Big finish." One last one was cast.
"What, Anny, I was in the middle of something important?" Mal asked, covered in blood,
"Yes, my mana has been restored!"
"And why do we-?" An arrant wave of his hand and Scampers and the dark seducer currently speaking went back to their respective planes.
"And why do I remain?"
"Simple really. It's been MONTHS since I really trained with a sword, (without getting my ass kicked) so you'll help me with this."
"'Scampers' as you call him knows how to wield a sword as well."
"Yes but he has a FAR inferior tolerance to pain."
"...What?"
"Yeah, funny thing about my time with Daedra hunters, I don't feel the fear you used to cause me anymore! I'd suggest wearing a helmet for this by the way." Anruin unsheathed the blade, and cut Mal off from summoning his,
"Oh no not that kind of training. I could easily square off against Avik again if I wanted that. No, I need a training dummy."