[eventually, Mort makes his way outside, having procured breakfast and a somewhat stronger understanding of the layout of the castle. wandering around inside has been good enough for the last couple of days, but he's starting to feel a little bit of castle fever. shrugs on a cardigan and heads outside, expecting to take a nice walk around where ( Read more... )

[there's an awful lot of mumbling, and grumbling, and shifting of blankets. and a snort.]

Mmph. ... pillows. [gropes around for them, expecting to be checking the floor, and his arm hits more mattress, instead. grunts] Nngh, my head.

["Maybe you shouldn't have drank all that rum." The small, still voice speaks up from somewhere off to the ( Read more... )

[one minute, he was walking through the woods along the edge of Tashmore Lake, on his way back to the cabin ... and then ( Read more... )