Abbot Mortimer was a kind old mouse. One could tell this just by looking at him. His face was not that of a villian or a warrior, but that of a kindly father who was watching his children. His eyes, they shone brightly and clearly, showing a peaceful man who, in his time, had seen much.
Mortimer would extend his friendly hand to all who visited at Redwall Abbey. Visitors would smile and laugh along with the Abbot, who's deep chuckle sounded like thunder rolling through the sky.
On a warm spring day, you would often find the Abbot nodding off underneath the trees by the pond on the grounds of Redwall Abbey. Or perhaps he would be in the sick bay caring for those who had fallen ill.
Even in times of warm, he kept a calm head and would instruct the woodlanders in the course of action that he did not want to take part in. But he did, and he kept all the others in check.
Yes, Abbot Mortimer was a kind old mouse
~~Abbot Mortimer, Forever in our Hearts~~