Satisfaction|Fara, Reave

[Northen Light36]

Mathew smiles, an expression that would make any of his slaves cower in terror, as he strolls around the newly completed temple. While the temple clearly favours Taed, it has been carefully designed to pay the proper respect to all the other forces as well. No one wants to make Tempest's mistake after all.

[Kender Bard]

This time, Taed did not assume the form of a ghost. He was quite corporeal, with a black cape and robe ensemble. His skin was deathly white, and his eyes pure black, but that was all.

"Very good," he remarked, appearing behind Mathew. "Very good indeed. I congratulate you..." He held out a hand to Mathew, to shake.

[Northen Light36]

Mathew jumps, but turns and keeps his expression as calm as he can manage. "Thank you," the slaver replies, hesitating for a second before reaching out with his right hand to shake Taed's.

[Kender Bard]

Taed had a firm handshake, even though his grip was icy cold and likely very disturbing, like shaking hands with a corpse. When he let go, though, Mathew had a new Storm sign on his right palm.

Wordlessly, Taed dissolved into a black mist that floated away.

[Northen Light36]

The sight of his new sign makes Mathew's smile boarden. With a self-satisfied laugh, he walks off to find a couple of slaves to use as training 'partners'.