Morgalla wakes up early as always and stretches out in the simple bed, one of the advantages of being a dwarf is that her bed seems absolutely enormous so she has plenty of space to stretch out in. She just smirks to herself as a few of the other female warriors sneak in to grab fresh clothes after obviously having slept elsewhere, she has already managed to get a reputation for being hard to get if not impossible. Truth to be told she wouldn't mind a cute male dwarf to nuzzle with but she wont do that with a fellow merc. With a little whimper of tired muscles she gets up and heads over to give herself a vigorous washing before the stampede of women makes that much more difficult, getting up a little earlier for the privilege of washing up in peace was a small price in her mind. As she is getting dressed in her comfortable leather armor she say a short little heartfelt prayer to Elana to keep them all safe during the day. As she tightens the knife sheathes to her thighs she looks over to a specific bed and finds it empty as usual and she feels her lips curl into a small smile as she heads out into the courtyard while braiding her long flaming hair. Already several mercs are getting ready for the day and setting up the various targets and obstacles, with the enemy so close the  whole place is just buzzing with energy, those that haven't seen much action anxious to make their mark while the veterans just hope for another day without bloodshed as they know all to well the price that war brings.<br/><br/>"Hey Alanna!" she calls out seeing her friend standing vigil by the infirmary as always, she walks up to the much taller woman and looks up with both hands on her wide hips. "Taking care of the injured as always, but have you yourself eaten yet? Well? I doubt so, being a skinny rake of a girl. Bah!" She reaches out with a small but strong hand and tugs on her friend to drag her over to the mess hall and get something to eat. "How will you care for anyone if you faint on the job hmm?" It was in a way a strange friendship, one devoted to healer and one focused only on the taking of lives and the art of poisons. But Morgalla saw something of a kindred spirit in the tall healer, she can understand what it means to devote yourself fully to a cause. In Morgallas case, the protection of her kin and in her friends.. well life. Grabbing a tray she starts piling up food and then shoves it into her friends arms, "eat and no word of complaint you hear or by the ancestors you will hear complaining. And no one can complain like a dwarf!"