<strong>Onyx</strong><br/><br/>Onyx looks up from what could easily be a whole ham sliced into bacon, her dark flint eyes taking in Rodney as he comes down. Most of her time on the surface had taught her manythings a woman of her age in the clans wouldn't know yet. After all to most of her foster sisters of a similar age were still looking forward to working their first mine whereas she had already done journeyman work as miner and engineer as well as a smith. None of her foster sisters could even wield her sword yet.<br/><br/>"Morning..why are you so.. chipper?"