"Trovi il vostro padrone! Trovi la vostra anima! La natura di vita si trova in ciotola! Trovi il vostro padrone! Trovi la vostra anima! La natura di vita si trova in ciotola!" A fox strutted around the campfire, shouting Seer phrases in a language they did not understand. A faint-blue rat named Deathear stood up and kicked the young fox into the fire. She scrambled out, screaming. "Tell us where Trunn is, you idjit! We 'ave no 'ime fer mystic nonsense!" Deathear screamed, holding his dagger to the foxes neck.
"Aggh! No! Please! Your master lies in an abbey shrouded by forests and rivers! Mice have him!" Deathear pulled the dagger closer to her neck. "How do ya know? You lie!" "No, I assure you! I've been there, I..I saw them haul him inside!" The fox tried to scurry away from the rats. Ragear grabbed her by the scruff. "Me fellow soldiers will lock ya up, and if Trunn is not 'der, it'll be your head!" He turned to the rats beside him. "Take 'er."
Brother Gooneo scurried his fat squirrel body around the sick bay, trying to stop Trunn's miserable pain. He was, amazingly, coming out of paralysis, but with extreme pain. Gooneo's assistant, an young hare named Leoti, came in to help. "Anything I couild do to help, sah?" Gooneo looked over his glasses. "Yes. Ask Orsop The Gatekeeper to give me any records that have to do with wildcats, ASAP." "Will do, sah." Leoti galloped of to the gatehouse. Such an eccentric young fellow. He doesn't know how special he is.
Orsop handed the stack of paper to Leoti. "Yah! Trying to kill a fellow, wot wot?" "I apoligize, fellow. Turns out we've had a little experience with wildcats. Ah well, you need exercise, you are overweight for your age." Orsop winked and shut the door. "Hmmph! I never! No baked beans for him tonight! Or is it watermelon...or pea-AGGH!" Leoti jumped back as an arrow hit the earth below him. "Ah! It has a note!" He reached down and unraveled the cloth. "The..Blue Hordes?"