"Your Majesty, it's me, Kis'Shtingbrah. You named me yourself, Sire," Dave pleaded, looking up at the majestic visage with sorrowful eyes.
The king was unmoved by the appeal.
"Majesty, the draugr speaks truly. Your Majesty Named the draugr and accepted him as Your own Childe. He saved Your royal daughter's life more than once. You granted him entitlements and territories as a greater undead within your domains. It is through his efforts that we are both here now, returned from oblivion to our rightful place."
"We believe you, my friend. But We cannot rely on things We have no memory of. Until he has demonstrated his mettle and his loyalty to Us, he has no voice in Our council.
"Leave Us draugr, We will summon thee if We have need of thine services."
Dave opened his mouth, but Samael shook his head.
The draugr bowed then signaled Dog to follow.
