Meetings (AoA)

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" came a voice from below Ranulfe's bunk, followed by a few arcane words and a soft whooshing sound. "You should warrrn people when you're going to do that!"

A wild haired Mithra appeared beside the bunk, wiping her face with one paw and holding a flaming dagger with the other.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rrrip you a new...." The Mithra's words trailed off as she saw the Hume's face. Moving the dagger in closer she asked "What's your name, kid?"

Ranulfe blinked once or twice groggily, his expression shocked and still half asleep.

"I didn't... What're you...? My name's..." He gave pause, not sure if he should be revealing his identity. "My name's Warren. I'm sorry if I, uh, got you."

"Warrrren, huh?" The Mithra replied, looking directly into Ranulfe's eyes. "Sure, whatever." She shook her head and tossed a messy book on the bunk. "Fix it or rrreplace it. Your choice."

The Mithra turned to leave, "Next time, trrry to aim for this." She nudged the bucket hanging off the side of Ranulfe's bunk and walked away, the flames going out and leaving Ranulfe again in darkness.