While Demi tries to maintain a dignified appearance, as soon as Chess starts to scratch her, she shivers a little, and stoops down, so she can reach her ear. Even though she<em>can</em>scratch behind her own ears, something in her biological memory makes her enjoy it. Immensely. "And waking at an appropriate time is just as much of an accomplishment," she teases back. "It's good. It also helps me identify you from five feet further away, now, which is useful."<br/><br/>The priestess sets aside her harp, and shifts over a bit, patting the spot next to her, for Chess to sit on, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, as she does. Demi pulls up a cushion, and takes a seat nearby, not quite as cuddly as the drow women are. The priestess sighs at Chess' question, however. "Unfortunately, nothing quite so pleasant. It seems a small pack of red Slaadi have escaped from under the mountain, and are terrorizing the nearby countryside, making quite a mess of things. While there hasn't been a bounty posted, yet, there should be one, by the end of the day. I thought you might be interested in the job, at the very least."