"I am the wings of despair. I am the breath of ruin. I am the fell dragon, Grima. Pay me the respect I am due, and I will consider granting you a quick death when the time comes."

A feminine voice calls out from the smoke, as Grima in her human vessel appears, having been summoned. She looks angry, a menacing aura surrounds her. Although your new contract with her keeps her from harming you... you don't doubt she'd find a way if you angered her.