Isaac smield. *you can have mine until then, Dad.*

Shadowclaw said, "No, this one will just sit on Smoke's lap."

Isaac smiled and nodded. *ok.*

Smoke groans.

Isaac looked at her. *whats wrong?*

Smoke says, "Shadowclaw will never get up at that rate."

He chuckled.

Smoke walks over to a guard in a full suit of Daedric armor and kitted with Daedric weapons, and orders him to begin patrols of the streets. She specifically orders him that the troublemakers are to be brought in for a hearing, not summarily executed.
The guard nods, and walks off, strangely quiet.
(Much of Smoke's ground forces were lesser Daedra called Dremora.)

Isaac rn over and sat on his throne, smiling.

Smoke says, "Come on, we have yet to properly greet our guests in the dungeons."