Marokin after having the breakfast skullbuster to clean up his head he heads out, still recovering from the fete after the success of Cain’s dinner party where he had to oil his voice quite intently after all the singing. He wanders around the street blackening in and out and stops randomly at a square where there is a morning market. He looks around, when the skullbuster finally hits him. He wakes up in his room, something throwing clothes at him. Groaning he opens his eyes ready to curse or shout at whatever is doing that. However when he looks to the source… he sees... a monkey. “What the …” And he is rubbing his head and eyes. “Well, who are you? And what in the nine hells are you doing in my room.” The reply is another piece of clothes thrown at Marokin. "Bugger off." he says, throwing the piece of clothes back. The monkey dodges... it then starts talking "Uh, uh" and sniffs for food. “I see.” Marokin's eyes flash blue for a moment. He climbs out of bed and stumbles and climbs downstairs. “Well how is your new pet doing.” a familiar voice asks. “My new pet? Did I bring that creature here?” “Oh yes indeed, and mighty proud were you about it, I might say. Going on about how you are going to teach it and all that strange ideas...” “Train it? It might can carry my drinks… did I mention were I bought it? Perhaps I can still return it...” “Not a word, Master Marokin, not a word.” Marokin sighs… orders some food for him and his new roommate. “Well, what is done is done, I suppose… I guess you are having your fun with me, crocked old man." he says on the way back, looking into the distance, "Or was it your idea, Olidammara? Having a laugh, aren’t we?" He enters the room. "And what do I do with you now, and Marokin waves his tail. The monkey takes this opportunity to jump on it and use it as a swing, which brings Marokin slightly out of balance, almost dropping the breakfast as his tail falls down and the monkey drops on the floor. “Ouch… this is not what it is there for, you should know, don't you got one of this damn things yourself?" but he can see one … "Here, you must be hungry…” and they both share breakfast. Marokin finds that there is a band around the neck. He binds a string around it to have a leash and is surprised at how tame the animal is. It walks around with him and he eventually let’s it climb up onto him. It takes it’s seat on his head holding stead on the horns. "Ok, first thing, you are going on a diet..." “Well, let’s go for a walk, shall we?” And they walk out. Marokin spends the next days trying to train the monkey to join the beat of his songs and to bring or hand him certain objects when he is asking for them. Trying to get him used to hearing Marokins voice in his head.
