She inhaled pulling the cloth away pausing on how to answer that. “…..it…it wasn’t. Dour is…..well he’s a soul that was bound to a skull. NOT by me.” She assured him. “I found him in some necromancers lair. Its kind of like……like a soul trapped in a soul gem.” She didn’t really know how to explain it to him. “He’s told me he’s been like that for a long time. And he worries that if I break the skull that he’ll be sent to the Soul Cairn or that his soul will just disappear all together…..so I’ve just kind of kept him around.” She bit her lip not sure how Arthur would take all this. Mentally kicking herself for leaving Dour out in the open like that. But how was she supposed to know she would end up half way across the map after a drinking contest.
He opened his eyes again and looked at her. “Okay….I think I get it.” He looked over at the skull. “….Still doesn’t make him less creepy though….” He looked back at her. “can you…..do something about him….? Like…put him away…..?” He hated asking this but the skull really did creep him out a lot.
"Sure I have a trunk I can put him in." She stood up moving away from Arthur picking up Dour from the table and heading over to a chest on top of a small bookshelf. Setting the skull down on one of the shelves among the books and spell tombs so she could lift open the lid to place him inside.
"Don’t I get a say in this?" Dour asked. Though he already knew the answer.
"No" she responded flatly placing him inside.