Indigoblade's red eyes looked up at Winston. "This calls for a celebration!" His unsteady hand swung the empty mead bottle in the air.
"It always does, sir." Winston replied as he removed one fresh bottle of mead from the shelf, dropped kicked it over to Indigoblade while opening the package. "It's a journal called Status Report." He examined the outside of the journal then looked over at Indigoblade.
"By the nine! She put it altogether in one tidy report. I love that agent!" He was trying to open the mead bottle with his teeth. Indigoblade had heard that Brynjolf could do this and that ability drew in more recruits than a sabre cat on the prowl! It's those little things the ladies like and he was determined to learn the trick. Having a ladies hanging around, clinging to him, making him the tenth Divine….