Thread:SalemtheCruel/@comment-4547544-20111026173444

21st "Master, Master," Eyegrim drove up from his bed as a weasel named Scarear stormed into his tent. Quick as a flash Exegrims tail pulled Scarears legs away. "What do you want?" He snapped and did not let the weasels out of sight. "The animals in the Abbey, my lord, they seem to prepare a feast." "And for that you'll wake me, you worm? Well, wait, I'm going to teach you some respect. "Eyegrim nearly ripped the soldier apart when he realized the importance of the message. “A festival? How do you figure? ""Well, your invincibility, their brats blaring songs since sunrise and Blackbeak saw that they hang garlands and stuff in the trees." Scarear swallowed. However Eyegrim laughs quietly to himself. A festival that was exactly what he needed. Tired but firm made the whole meal, not to mention the alcohol completely. He grabbed Scarears neck and lifted him: "Go and bring me Cliffrunner!" Then he threw the soldiers out of the tent.  