Looking at the box he pondered “Who knew I was here?” Glancing around nervously he wondered what it could possibly be. His time in the wars had taught him to be cautious about unmarked or unwanted packages. He thought back to the plague and how that started with a seemingly inconspicuous package of grain, bringing it inside his mountain side cabin as to not have anyone else disturb it. He set to creating a fire for the cold night ahead. After a few glasses of wine he finally nudged the crate to see if it would move again. A quite peculiar flume of fire came from the middle of the crate. “Engineering” he muttered to himself, but what would do that in response to a nudge. Mecherdon leaned down curiosity getting the best of him. He slowly opening the box to reveal a ruby hatchling staring back at him with green eyes filled with curiously. “I wonder who sent you.” He said to the ruby hatchling with a grin.

Pitch quirked an eyebrow at Lark. “It’s got your name on it.”

“Well, still…” She nudged it with her toe, and the box, or rather whatever was in it, thumped in response. “What do you think is in there?” she asked him as she squinted at it.

Pitch shrugged. “Something alive, obviously. Other than that… who knows?”

They both stared at the box, as if expecting it to come alive and start chomping everything in sight. Finally Pitch brightened. “Hey, what if we get Shaur to open it?”

Lark eyed him incredulously. “You don’t know what’s in there, and you’re okay with letting poor Shaur risk herself just because you’re scared?”

Pitch snorted. “I’m not scared. Besides, it’s got your name on it and -you- won’t open it either.”

Lark grunted noncommittally and returned to eyeing the box. Another minute passed, during which the whatever-it-was inside squeaked and thumped a few more times.

Lark turned back to Pitch. “Do you know where she is?”

“Psst. Hey. Hey lady. Hey.”

“It’s got your name on it.” Keltyr pointed out as he nudged it with a foot. He opened the door to their room and stepped over the crate. “Maybe you have a secret admirer.

“It moved.” She repeated again, sulking. She knew what that meant. Something was alive in there. Which meant some foul little creature was inside.

Kel walked back past the door in nothing but a pair of linen pants. Damn him, he had probably just left his armor on a chair. “You should open it.”

She glowered at him but, as usual, he took little notice. “I’m not going to open it. It could get out and get who knows what all over the sheets.” The blood elf glared at the offending box.

“Could be a baby murloc.” Her lover gurgled just like one of those disgusting little creatures. Her skin crawled at the thought of it.

“DAMN YOU!” She through one of her gauntlets at him but Keltyr was quick to move. She heard a large crash. “Dammit, dammit, dammit!”

“You’re going to make us late for dinner if you make any more messes.” Keltyr’s fake petulant look did not even come close to hiding the snarky smooth arrogant grin on his face. She was going to murder him. As she stepped over the box and through the doorway to get to him, he did not look at all concerned.