The first thing oskan noticed when he was awoken from sleep was that it couldnt possibly be time to do so, the scant view of the icemark he could see from his prone position was swathed in shadow , even the moon giving little light save for its myriad reflections in the snow.

The second thing, and also the reason for his untimely awakening were the sounds coming from below the citadel, a cacophony of screeching mixed with the occasional growling chuckle and the hollow crashing of boxes. Ah, Grishmak was starting the feast of Loki celebrations early then.

With that the warlock turned over, pulling the pillow over his aching head (goddess willing he might get some sleep now) just before a particularly loud screech rent the air accompanied by angry howling. the werewolves ( led by skyhowler no doubt)must have reached the central cavern , and it seemed that their vampiric majesties did rather object to being covered with last nights slops