Trickster Incarnate
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"Hello? Hey! Down here. The dog. I swear, you heroes aren't particularly quick on the uptake.... Good. Got your attention. I'm Barbas, the Hound of Clavicus Vile. Not that I've always been a hound, or always been called Barbas. I've also been a Redguard. For a while I was a scamp, making deals with Orcs. But, for now, I am His Hound, and I serve the Lord Clavicus, Daedric prince of wishes."
The dog sits on its haunches, scratches its ear with a hind-leg, shakes its pelt noisily, then continues.
"My Master's famous for his nefarious dealings with you mortals, and has often had mortals do his bidding for him for boons and such, and maybe even helped Jagar Tharn in his temporary procurement of the Imperial throne..."
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"Insufferable whelp! Cease your incessant blathering!"
The dog visibly slumps before turning to face the speaker; a visibly irritated small fellow with equally small horns protruding from his forehead. The man looks down at Barbas, moves his foot slightly as if considering to kick his companion, but thinks better of it, before turning to face you.
"The name's Clavicus Vile, Daedric prince of wishes, bargains and power. Some would also say trickery, but that's just rotten slander! And don't believe everything the mutt tells you."
He says, grinning as he gestures to Barbas with a backwards-and-slightly-downwards thumb.
"So what brings you here mortal-- You gonna strike a deal with me or what?"
"Oh hurry up -- I'm dying of boredom here!"
