Luna awoke to the bumbling and rambling of the browns. Before they even had a chance to touch her bed, she grabbed her sword from the headboard and pointed it at them.

"The old one calls." one said, backing away slowly.

She put the sword back and moved to her closet to dress in a pair of black, leather pants, a black, ornate tunic and a pair of black, hard leather boots before pulling the hood on her tunic up. She grabbed her sword and sheath from the wall and left her room, only to glance in her sister's room and see her strangling a minion with a pillow. She watched for a bit  before continuing on.

Once in the throne room, she looked at her brothers, knowing it must be important if they were all being summoned. She eyed Gnarl, who stood beside the throne, before turning her attention to the frantic minion that had just run in.

"What is it this time, Giblet?" Gnarl yelled.

"The hives!" Giblet responded.

"The Tower Heart, the forges, the hives, what do they think we are?" Gnarl frowned, muttering to himself.

Luna looked around again, noticing there were quite a few less minions running around than there had previously been. She hoped her sister wouldn't take long so they could hear the full story.