Kos'mari is awake. Hungry. And awake. Rumbling to himself he glanced out over the cavernous darklands, sniffing the breeze. He wasn't going to feed from the changeling fauns he guarded, not today. He was hungry for something larger. With more flesh. Nyarlagroth were nesting nearby. More than enough for him to feed on at his leisure if he could corner it. Slowly creeping down the hardened stone walls and cliffs from his lair's hidden entrance.