It is well after midnight, an hour in which all sensible mortals and even all-powerful Gods of Mischief should be long abed and fast asleep.
And I WAS, until a horrible scraping, bumping noise woke me up! There is a scuffling and a scrabbling and a bonking and a couple of thuds. Unbelievable! I fear lest Sigyn should wake also, so I will venture forth, dagger in hand, to see what this untimely disturbance is all about.
Clearly, she is not possessed of the intelligence vested in an eggplant, but I will give the creature several points for persistence.
Now may we please have some quiet? Some of us have serious mischief to do tomorrow!