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Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Solo Thane, or rather Solo Medyven of Mivon, was known to be a deep sleeper. Even put the dwarf in the party to shame. Well, when they had a dwarf.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Sleep through a shambling mass of dirt and roots attacking the camp nearly killing their druid. Twice.
Thunk.
The wolves snuck right by her, too. Good thing they didn't kill their fearless leader with one bite.
Thunk.
Oh, and the kobolds.
Thunk.
But today she rubbed her eyes sleepily as she sat up in bed. Someone was being a busybody. There was mumblings as she crawled out of bed, something about a stupid ring. She didn't bother with stockings or throwing on her coat. Solo simply gathered the gear she would need to deal with the encounter and walked out the door.
The floor was cold. It was too be expected even in the months turning to summer. It never got truly warm here. But she padded through the halls. Getting on the roof was more challenging as it was still only half built, but she managed careful not to spill the items she was carrying.
Once atop the side of the roof, she spotted him. Caberon. Hammering away at the side of the building. Being productive and efficient even in the dead of night. Focused on the task at hand. She didn't say a word as she tipped the cold bucket of water on his head. He looked up sputtering and with accusation in his eyes.
"I declare from this moment forward as Treasurer of Sellifina that there will be instituted quiet hours from the full moon rise until dawn."
She paused for a moment, before finally adding.
"Boss."