Foreword
To the Arano Family,
When I showed up on your doorstep in Morrowind that day, I expected to be thrown back into the street and cast aside like some sort of vermin. Instead, you offered me into the warmth and saftey of your home. For that, I will be eternally grateful. Please, accept this rare Folio Edition of my work as a sign of appreciation for your kindness.

Crassius Curio

Editor's Note
Any text in red is from the original 'Folio Edition' text. Everything else is has been added to expand the story.
Act IV, Scene III, continued
Lifts-Her-Tail
Certainly not, kind sir! I am here but to clean your chambers.
Crantius' gaze sharpens as he looks at Lifts-Her-Tail from horn-tip to tail-tip. He asks, in a provokative tone,
Crantius Colto
Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers?
Lifts-Her-Tail hesitates for a moment unsure how to respond before turning her back towards Crantuis to wipe a desk; she remarks,
Lifts-Her-Tail
I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am but a poor Argonian maid.
Crantius' eyes are fixed on Lifts-Her-Tail as she wipes the desk, unbreaking and unblinking. With a smirk , he remarks,
Crantius Colto
So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail.
Lifts-Her-Tail tenses up and stops wiping the desk, now more self-conscious of the gentle breeze caressing her tail and legs. She responds,
Lifts-Her-Tail
You embarrass me, sir!
Crantius now with a full grin, reassures Lifts-Her-Tail that she was in no danger. He remarks,
Crantius Colto
Fear not. You are safe here with me.
Lifts-Her-Tail unsure of what to do next, attempts to bring the topic back to her duty of cleaning the master's chambers,
Lifts-Her-Tail
I must finish my cleaning, sir. The mistress will have my head if I do not!
Crantius, intent on keeping his little Argonian dumpling busy, insists,
Crantius Colto
Cleaning, eh? I have something for you. Here, polish my spear.
Crantius unsheaths his massive spear and its sheer girth and length is enough to intimidate even the most experienced spear-maidens. Lifts-Her-Tail exclaims,
Lifts-Her-Tail
But it is huge! It could take me all night!
Crantius waves his massive spear in the moonlight as Lifts-Her-Tail looks on in awe. He remarks with certainty,
Crantius Colto
Plenty of time, my sweet.
Plenty of time.
Act VII, Scene II, continued
Lifts-Her-Tail
My goodness, that's quite a loaf! But how ever shall it fit my oven?
Crantius smiles and remarks, even as Lifts-Her-Tail wonders how she could fit such a massive loaf in her oven,
Crantius Colto
This loaf isn't ready for baking, my sweet. It has yet to rise.
Crantius holds onto the loaf as Lifts-Her-Tail asks, feeling a little impatient to wait for the loaf to rise,
Lifts-Her-Tail
If only we could hurry that along. How would I accomplish such a task?
Crantius remarks, firmly holding the loaf in one hand as Lifts-Her-Tail looks on patiently,
Crantius Colto
Oh, my foolish little Argonian maid, you must use your hands.
Lifts-Her-Tail is taken by surprise and she quickly looks around to see if anyone else was coming before asking,
Lifts-Her-Tail
You wish me to knead the loaf? Here?
Crantius responds with confidence as the loaf in his hand awaits kneading,
Crantius Colto
Of course.
Lifts-Her-Tail is hesitant and a little scared of getting caught kneading the master's loaf. She remarks,
Lifts-Her-Tail
But what if the mistress catches me? Your loaf was meant to satisfy her appetite.
Crantius strokes Lifts-Her-Tail's shapely tail and remarks, as the loaf slowly begins to rise,
Crantius Colto
Don't fret, my delicate flower. I'll satisfy the mistress's cravings later.
Lifts-Her-Tail calms down, reassured by her master's words. She eagerly prepares to knead the loaf and remarks,
Lifts-Her-Tail
Very well, but I'm afraid my oven isn't hot enough. It could take hours!
Crantius smiles as the loaf continues to rise gently in preparation for baking; he remarks,
Crantius Colto
Plenty of time, my sweet.
Plenty of time.