<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br/><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br/>Quiet had seized the Sootscale clutch as the night had crept steadily onward toward the witching hour, and slowly even those drinking and playing games or telling tales had drifted off to sleep.  Nug, who rarely engaged in the thrills of drunken gambling for trinkets and trophies, stole from her private corner of the warren and moved silently to where Poz was dozing.<br/><br/>In anticipation of a bit of private hunting and training, she hadn't donned the weaponry and armor she wore for a typical foray to the surface.  Her attire was minimal and, some might have noted, vaguely suggestive.  While she would never outright admit that the items were chosen deliberately for that purpose, she was hardly the sort to do anything without purpose.<br/><br/>Crouching beside the sleeping male, she bent close and gave him a gentle shake, whispering softly.  "Psst...Poz, wake up.  C'mon.  The hunt today was boring and I need to work off some energy or I'll never sleep."