Mynistera embraced her Dark Elf pupil, laughing with delight. The monster faded away like a painting in sunlight, still blinking confusedly. Turala closed her eyes and spoke the dismissal invocation. For this daedroth is nothing if not a simple force of the spirits. 'And it is well matched in this instance. 'Desire is a powerful force for a young witch,' said Mynistera. And then - I desired, and spoke the charm. 'I was thinking of the color red,' Turala said, concentrating. She was merely overwhelmed that she had reached out across the fabric of reality into the realm of Oblivion, and plucked forth this loathsome creature, conjuring it into the world by the power of her mind. It took Turala a moment to recall whether she was thinking anything at all. What were you thinking when you summoned this daedroth?' 'You have come so far in so short a time. Turala had never seen anything of its kind before, reptilian and massive, perched on its hind legs like a man. A thin glob of saliva burbled down between its fangs, and hung suspended. The creature before them blinked, senseless, its eyes glazed, mouth opening and closing as if relearning its function.
