“It is as you feared, sir.” Winston stood before Indigoblade’s desk wondering if he should remove all the empty wine bottles from it. There wasn’t an inch of space for his boss to work on.
“Agent Lurren is in the building?” Indigoblade began to sweat.
“No sir, she has left the building.” Winston carefully move some bottles to the side then placed the message and paintings on his desk. “She has learned about the complaints from Idled regarding colorful torches.” He lowered his eyes toward Indigoblade who was frozen in place. “Oblivion hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
Indigoblade’s eyes were wide open as he stared at the message from Agent Lurren. “By the nine, she’s burning up Skyrim! TONY!!”