Pirogoeth growled. "Largo, thou should not be vulgar as well as annoying," she muttered moodily.

Then something got through her sleep addled mind.

One, there were two voices.

Two, one voice was female. They never got any females to join their group to fight the darkness. Largo always scared them away.

Three, they were FAR too close.

Pirogoeth jerked up, fire crackling to life in her hands. "Who are thee and why art thou in mine bed?" She growled.

Yeah...she wasn't a morning person.