<strong>Onyx</strong><br/><br/>She had kept the cat girl in the corner of her eye most of the day and through dinner. She hadn't been able to shake the feeling till about half way through dinner, and figured she was just.. meek. Something she wasn't used to. Dwarven women weren't, and she definitely wasn't. She got up and put the ruins of her meal down in front of her. She had eaten well, but then she was well paid. Dwarven trained smiths and miners typically were, and add in her skill with her blade and she rarely had to worry about eating and drinking poorly.<br/><br/>"I think I'm off to bed." She said carefully as she gave the cat girl a careful look, though she doubted that she'd be able to part her from the sorcerer short of chopping off a limb.