"Quit with all these damn messes already! You warriors are like skeevers, and I'm the one who needs to clean up after your wake!" A sudden shout from next to ashar as she swept glass into a bucket full of dust, and now glass. Picking it up, she shook her head at the other woman before storming off. "You warriors are all the same these day, I swear. Can't to a damn thing on your own 'sept fight and kill, I swear. You all need to learn how to act like a real warrior-" She continued, going on and on as she went down stairs, her voice still muffled but audiable as she entered the living quarters and began to clean up there as well. This was her way of waking them. Iuna was an older woman, but she was tougher than half the whelps here, and above all, was nicer than she sounded. Though her way of showing it was odd, she loved every one of them. After a moment she returned to the opening behind Jorrvaskr. She smiled as she looked to those around her. "now, what's on the agenda today you piles of bile?"