Michael grinned internally as Daemus dismissed them. Every meeting with Daemus, for the past year and a half he remained in his service, he had stolen, or rather attempted to steal, something. It was never anything important or even expensive, just something to test Daemus’ skill, today was the first time he’d ever actually succeeded.<br/><br/>While Michael considered it a success he felt less elated than he imagined he would. Frowning, Michael pondered if perhaps Daemus were so distracted by the significance of this task that it had affected his abilities slightly. Shaking his head of that thought, he reasoned Daemus must just be getting rusty and Michael’s skills had been honed even more so since being in his employ. Regardless, he’d make sure to return the paperweight to Daemus in a manner befitting Michael’s sense of humour, perhaps on the ceiling or in the bath of a beautiful woman. Hell, he might even steal Daemus an early Wintersend present to lessen the blow on the poor fellow, losing his edge at so young an age.<br/><br/>Focusing back at the task at hand, he turned to the members of his party, “So, what’s the plan then eh?”