Re: Wind of Fate, Crew Quarters/Main Deck 46 Zar, 620 NA
J'landria's eyes are open and she looks at the others who've been awakened.
She rolls from her bunk, landing on the floor in a crouch, like a large predator ready to pounce. A growl whispers from her throat and she stands. She looks around the room, prowling, pacing, seeking out any indication or reason for the disturbance.
She stops near the men and her voice is thick, almost hard to understand from the growling that's sliding into the words.
"Something is toying with us," she snarls. Then she takes a deep breath, her ears are cocked back in annoyance. "Said the youngling was dead, tortured to death."