Tzila shot straight up, only just avoiding smacking her head on the canted ceiling. She sat perfectly still in the shadowed room, listening. All around, the muffled sounds of those disturbed from their rest mixed with louder cries from outside - but no immediate groans and creaking. A dream... her eyes flicked to where her bow hung, the smooth, pale wood easily picked out of the darkness. Not just a dream...<br/>Quickly, Tzila rolled off the bed and grabbed her clothing and leather armor. Even in a hurry, she followed her routine, and within minutes had slipped out into the hallway, bow in hand, weaving down through the hallway on near-silent feet, lengthening her stride the moment her boots hit the rough cobbles.