((I doubt that anybody would be foolish enough to make an assassination attempt on Fillet with a death knight standing by his door.))<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">And good morning to you as well, sir.</span>"<br/><br/>She nodded in his direction in acknowledgement, and stretched her limbs. They'd grown somewhat stiff through the night, and so she relieved each one separately before rolling her shoulders and opening the door to her comrades' room. She did so in a way that was not by any means rude, though she was not particularly soft either. Her voice, however, was powerful and cold, and although it wasn't loud, it was the sort of sound that would ring and catch anyone's attention. "<span style="color: blue">Come. It is time to rise, my fellows. We are to meet Sir Kneecapper outside immediately.</span>"<br/><br/>At that, Erma left to stand outside by the gnomish employer.<br/><br/>Etheda, meanwhile, stretched in bed like some sort of cat, his arms going overhead and his legs going so far in the other direction that his feet hung off the edge of the bed. Just as nimbly as the aforementioned feline, Etheda slunk over Ruzhelil and touched down to the floor without contacting her at all, swaggered over to his things and re-equipped himself, sliding on his boots and gathering his blades and instruments. He topped it off with his regal hat and said to the others, "<span style="color: Purple">You heard the woman, it's time to go!</span>" and at that, followed Erma outside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>