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Two As One Chapter: 1
The warm sunlight of the early morning filtered through the dormitories of Redwall, casting shadows of the beds on the red sand stoned walls. The melodious songs of the sparrows reverberated through the room, making it echo louder then it actually was. One sparrow perched on the window sill and tilted her head as she peered into the room curiously. The sunlight behind her shined brightly over the beds, revealing that all the bunks were empty save for one. Down to the left, on the far side of the room, was a bunk that held a creature wrapped up in blankets and sheets.
The creature in question was a young looking squirrel, though one that appeared to be well built. He had bright red fur, almost the color of the first red rays of light. Twisting in his covers, the squirrel revealed a light green habit that he was wearing, though wrinkled terribly from his restless sleep. He was of an average size squirrel and nothing about him seemed to make him stand out.
His gentle breaths of air mingled with the sparrows songs and lulled the squirrel into a deeper sleep. He turned over in his sleep, the breeze of the morning air toying at his long, sleek whiskers. The young squirrel slept peacefully, unaware of the paw steps that were making their way up the stairs to the dormitory.
A light click click of claws on stone echoed only slightly in the extensive hallway that led to the dormitories. The creature that strolled up the stares was a young female otter, about the same age as the sleeping squirrel. She was a rather attractive and pretty little thing, her own green habit flowing gracefully over her smooth figure. Her fur was of a dark honey color, strange for an otter though only enhancing her beauty. Bright, wise, jade eyes looked to the door that led to the dormitories. She reached out with a paw that bore a small seashell bracelet, and turned the handle.
The door creaked open quietly, the gentle snores of the squirrel reaching the otter maid's ears. She walked purposefully into the room, her gaze casting over the sleeping squirrel. She grinned to herself, her eyes shinning almost as brightly as the sunlight. Folding her paws behind her back, she began to creep towards the sleeping bundle. Tip pawing over to the bunk, she stood there for a moment and watched the peaceful squirrel sleep. After a moment she looked up at the sparrow on the window sill, a tender look in her eyes.
"Oh, he looks so peaceful, doesn't he mate?" She asked in a soft and cheerful voice. The sparrow nodded at her and a large grin formed on the otter maids face. "Twould be shame to wake him, wouldn't it?" Once again, the sparrow nodded and the otter just grinned an even larger grin. She crept to the other side of the squirrel so that they were facing each other. Cupping her paws around her mouth she grinned and, leaning down next to his face, barked loudly in his ear, her paws making it echo even louder. The sparrow screeched in fright, only adding to the loud nose of the otters bark, and took off into the air.
The squirrel's eyes snapped open, the sunlight blinding him instantly. He jumped and yelled startled but only managed to trip over the sheets and blankets that had snared his footpaws and bushy tail. With a cry of despair, he tumbled backwards off the bed, his head hitting the ground first. The squirrel ended upside down, off the side of the bed, his back pressed against it with his legs and tail hovering just over his head. He stared up with sky blue eyes as the otter fell down next to him, laughing loudly and holding her stomach.
"You..you shoulda seen yer face mate, hahaha.." She rolled back and forth, a paw held to her head. The squirrel blew several strands of fur out of his face and glared at her.
"Oh very funny Malya," He muttered and rolled over, knocking his blankets and sheets over his head, which only made Malya the otter laugh harder. As he disentangled himself from the coverings the otter giggled once more.
"Well, I thought it was rather amusing mate, haha!" That was the last straw, the squirrel, with a fake mask of fury on his face, launched himself at the otter and began to tickle her.
"How do you like it huh? How do you like it when I pick on you, eh?" He yelled, though trying hard not to laugh as the otter squirmed in his grasp. She giggled hysterically and began to buffet him with her rudder like tail.
"Stop, stop Crim!" She yelled gleefully and rolled over on the ground, dislodging the squirrel from her. CrimsonRay, Crim for short, rolled onto the balls of his footpaws and stood, tilting his head to the side as he looked at the pretty otter maid rolling on the floor.
"Ya know Malya, you look awfully funny doing that." He said to her, a smirk playing at his lips. Malya stood up slowly, dusting her tunic off in the process. The young otter maid stood at a slant, her paws on her hips, and stared cheekily at him.
"Well you don't look much better when you do it either mate," Crim rolled his eyes and sat back down on the bed, trying to straighten out his wrinkled tunic and brush down his bushy tail. He glanced up at Malya as she smiled sweetly at him.
"Why do you keep smiling at me like that?" Crim asked a bit irritably. Malya looked up to the ceiling and began to walk around him, her smile widening.
"Oh nothing mate, just, aren't ya forgetting about something?" The squirrel turned around in the bunk and watched her as she walked.
"What do you mean?" He asked. What could I have forgotten? He thought to himself. Malya looked over at the squirrel, her eyes shinning brightly and mischievously.
"Oh, you mean you can't remember about having to meet a certain warrior mouse?" Crim's mouth dropped open and he hit himself in the head in frustration.
"I completely forgot! Kenyo wanted me down there early this morning to talk with me. Oh man, I am going to get it this time!" He jumped up and started to look for his sandals. He dove under his bunk, cursing himself quietly and began pulling out parchments, old tunics, home made weapons, and all sorts of things yet no sandals could be found. Malya shook her head and began to lecture him.
"Crim, this is the fourth time that this happened. Even Renla is starting to get angry that you aren't meeting him, and it takes a lot to get that badger mad." Crim dug under his bed spryly, praying that he hadn't accidentally left his sandals out in the snow again. Crim never was the most organized beast in the abbey. Even when he was a mere dibbun he always managed to get himself into trouble. He had to be constantly watched by the abbey inhabitants, mostly by Kenyo. Though he had no recollection of his past, he could remember that Kenyo had always been there for him. The warrior mouse had strangely taken the young squirrel under his paw, and was determined to teach Crim how to become a good Abbey beast, of course that wasn't working out to well since the squirrel never showed up when Kenyo called for him.
"Ouch!" Crim yelled as he tried to get up from beneath the bed. He laid down on his stomach and rubbed his head, staring up at the side of the bunk where he had struck it. Malya burst out laughing again when a loud voice made both beasts jump.
"Confound it all, wot! Can't a jolly ol hare get any flippen sleep around here, wot wot!"
Crim jumped up startled, bumping right into the otter maid. Both squirrel and otter fell to the ground, Crim on his stomach with Malya on top of him. The young creatures turned their heads and stared at the creature that had spoken. A young aged hare stood with his paws folded across his broad chest, his footpaw tapping on the ground agitatedly. He was a hare of average size with tanish fur and bluish green eyes. He was an odd creature, garbed in a plain blue, short crop tunic and silver gloves. Instead of the normal metals that you might find decorated on a veterans uniform, the hare instead had sea shells dangling on his tunic, shells that had been dyed blue, green and silver to match his tunic. Around his neck hung a cord that held one single snail shell that had been carved to form a whistle. He was of a far away land though he and had come to the Abbey some time back. Though he was still a pretty young hare, and very adventurous, he generally didn't seem to want to leave.
The hare stared at the otter and squirrel accusingly.
"Well?" He said agitatedly and raised an eye at the pair. Crim and Malya gave one another a look and stood up, Malya smiling pleasantly.
"Oh, sorry Sprypaw, I was just telling me mate here to get downstairs afore Kenyo ripped him apart," Sprypaw continued to tap his paw as he looked over the otter maid.
"Yes well did ya have to be so bally noisy about it, marm, wot?" Malya looked up at him with saddened eyes, her eyelashes flashing innocently.
"So sorry mate, we'll be quieter next time, we promise" She said in the sweetest voice she could muster. The hare looked at her and was about to say something but rolled his eyes and grinned at the otter maid.
"You know I jolly well hate it when you use the innocent face on me, wot?" Malya laughed and smiled cheerfully.
"That's why I do it mate," Sprypaw chuckled and gently patted the otter maid on the head, making her head bob up and down.
"Yer a clever one lass, wot wot!" Crim grinned slightly then turned to leave.
"Well, this has all been very interesting but I need to find Kenyo afore he sends Renla after me," Malya giggled and tapped the squirrel's shoulder before he could depart.
"Oh, mate, aren't ya still fergetten yer sandals?" The squirrel stopped in his tracks, turned around and almost cried out in frustration. He ran back to his bed and once again began to search, Sprypaw watching him with pure amusement.
"Crim, me laddo, didn't ya bally well leave yer sandals outside in the flippen snow last night, wot?" Crim looked up and fell backwards to the ground, completely exasperated.
"Swell, I'm late and I lost my sandals, now what am I going to do," Malya smiled down at him and took off her own sandals then dropped them on his stomach.
"Here, you can borrow mine mate, just don't lose them," Crim took the sandals and began to fit them on his footpaw, wincing slightly.
"Er..Malya, I think your sandals are to small." He remarked as he stood, flinching as the sandals cut off the circulation to his footpaws. Malya scratched her head and shrugged.
"Well, we don't have any extra sandals at the moment, mate, not since we had new arrivals." Crim sighed once again and handed the sandals back to her.
"Guess I'll just have to go without them. Great, another thing for Kenyo to ring me out for," The squirrel turned despairingly and went to leave but Sprypaw ran and pawed him some sandals.
"I know these are going to be to flippen big, wot, but they might still work," Crim fit the sandals on, they were way to big but the squirrel nodded his thanks and ran out of the room, the flop, flop, flop of the sandals hitting the floor resounding around the room. Malya shook her head as the squirrel left and sat down on one of the bunks. Sprypaw scratched his ears and looked at the otter maid curiously.
"What do you think jolly ol Kenyo wants to flippen talk to him about, wot?" Malya laughed lightly and looked up to the hare.
"Don't ya remember. Today is the day that we were going to celebrate Crim's 15th birth date, mate." Sprypaw almost smacked himself in the head.
"By Jove, and I thought Crim was flippen unorganized, wot wot! I completely jolly well forgot" Malya smiled then looked out the hall and sighed, shaking her head.
"Poor Crim. It's been 13 years since he came here and yet he still can't get organized." Sprypaw grinned at the otter maid and threw a paw around her shoulders.
"Aw, don't worry me gel, wot! With a nagging beast like you, he'll flippen learn the way of the abbey in no time, wot" Malya sighed and put a paw beneath her chin.
"Yes, I suppose you're- hey wait a sec, what do ya mean nagging beast?!" She stood up just as Sprypaw, living up to his name, went dashing from the room, laughing loudly.
"Sorry me gel, couldn't resist, wot!" Malya screwed her face and grabbed a pillow then went running out of the room after him.
"I'll give you a nagging beast you over grown, food bagged rabbit! Ooh, I'll give your hide such a tanning!"
"Ya gotta catch me first, wot!" Malya laughed merrily and chased him as he rounded a corner, the sounds of their laugher echoing through the hall.
Crim ran down the hall as if the devil himself were chasing him. The young squirrel's oversized sandals went, thud flop, thud flop, down the hallway as he ran with all his might. Twice he tripped over the sandals and went sprawling to the ground, hearing giggles from younger dibbuns or being given the disapproving look of the elders.
After the third time of falling, Crim sat on the ground and took the sandals off, muttering to himself.
"Just made me even more late. Kenyo is going to have a fit," The young squirrel stood back up, sandaless and began running again. His thoughts ran wild but most went back to his past.
He really couldn't remember what it was like when he first came to the abbey. He could recall that it was cold out and that something held him tightly, trying to keep him warm, though who it was, he could not recall. He would often see faces when he dreamt, faces of those that he couldn't remember, normally faces of squirrels. There always seemed to be four of them, one that was a strong male with black fur, two were females, one having the same sun red fur as him, the other wearing a coat of light brown. Then there was another squirrel whom he could never make it. It was as if the squirrel was a shadow for he couldn't tell if it was male or female, nor could he tell what the squirrel looked like. All he knew was that there was type of familiarity when he dreamt of the ghostly squirrel
Then there was another face in his dreams, one that frightened him so, that he would often wake up in the middle of the night in a cold, damp sweat. The face was that of a mink but he really couldn't make it out. It was also like a shadow, the way the other squirrel was.
Crim sighed to himself as he thought of his dreams, the dreams that were so vivid and alive to him. He thought about it so deeply that he wasn't even aware of the mouse that was coming around the corner until it was to late.
Kenyo the warrior was walking around the hall that led to the dormitories, muttering to himself.
"I tell that squirrel time and time again when to be down here and yet he never comes on time. All he does is end up crashing right into the-" He was cut short as Crim just about went skidding into the warrior. Kenyo's senses kicked in right away and the warrior stepped to the side and grabbed onto Crim's tail just before the squirrel went running into the wall. Crim yelped from the pull and jerked forward, pulling Kenyo along with him. Both creatures toppled to the ground, Kenyo on the bottom, Crim lying squarely on top. The warrior mouse winced slightly as he landed on the great sword of Martin, which was strapped to his back. He tapped his claws on the ground as he stared at the young squirrel.
"Crim, you mind getting off of me?" He asked calmly. The young squirrel nodded meekly and tried to get off of Kenyo as quickly as he could but only managed to buffet the warrior in the face with his busy tail. Kenyo picked himself off the ground, his tail swaying slightly from side to side as he stood with his paws crossed. Crim backed up and sat on his haunches, his eyes diverted from the warrior.
"Um…I..I'm sorry Kenyo…I lost track of time," he rattled off, his paws fumbling nervously over one another. Kenyo sighed lightly as he raised an eye at the young squirrel, his footpaw drumming slightly on the ground.
"You lost track of time just like the last three times?" he asked sternly of the squirrel. Crim turned his head away, feeling ashamed. Kenyo, shaking his head slightly, walked slowly around the squirrel and crouched down in front of him. "Crim, would you look at me when I'm speaking to you?" Crim looked up slowly, surprise written on his features as he saw the warrior's face break out into a large grin. "Aw, so that's what you look like." He chuckled quietly and ruffled the squirrels head fur with his paw. "Crim, don't be so up tight when I ask to talk with you. I'm not very happy that you keep getting here late but there is no need to look like a pickled toad when you do come late." Crim managed to suppress a grin then stood up straight, waiting for what Kenyo had to say.
The warrior mouse stood back up, nodding slightly.
"Well, as usual you must be wondering why I called you here." CrimsonRay nodded his head quickly and Kenyo continued.
"Well for one thing, the Abbot wants to speak to you about something, and so would I and Renla" at this point, Crim thought that he would completely pass out in fear. He wanted to be spoken to by the Abbot, badger mum and Abbey warrior? What in the name of claw did I do to deserve this? The squirrel thought despairingly to himself. Kenyo caught the look and merely chuckled, throwing a paw around the young squirrel's shoulders comfortingly.
"Come on now Crim, you're getting that look on your face again." The warrior turned, his paw still on Crim's shoulder, and began to lead the young squirrel down the hall towards The Great Hall. Kenyo stopped suddenly and looked at Crim once more.
"Oh, and remind me to find you another pair of sandals." He said as the mouse looked down at Crim's bare footpaws. The squirrel bit his lip but Kenyo merely chuckled and continued walking.
Abbot Welkum stood quietly admiring the great tapestry of Redwall, his wise eyes scanning over the picture of Martin and the past history of Redwall. The old tawny otter smiled in spite of himself and folded his paws within his dark green habit. His features were that of an older beast and yet it seemed that the liveliness that had once inherited the body of a young otter, still held its grips in this older, frailer body. Abbot Welkum had been Abbot for many seasons now, he was actually the Abbot when young Crim had first been brought to the Abbey. He had grown fawn of the young squirrel, as had many, and always wanted to give the squirrel the best love and care like a parent would.
Next to the Abbot stood the great badger mum Renla. Not much had changed of the badger over the past seasons. She was still an awesome sight, taller then most female badgers and just as strong as a male in full blood wrath. She always had the type of stare that would make you want to run to your bunk and hide under the covers. The badger's large white striped head turned as she looked for Kenyo and Crim. She muttered heatedly to herself as she noticed the height of the sun from one of the stained glass windows.
"By the fur and feathers, that young'n never gets here on time. It's a wonder how he's lived here so long and yet still doesn't know how to get up like a normal beast." the badger growled bad temperedly. Although she seemed rough and tough, she had a certain soft spot for the squirrel. Ever since she first saw him in Kenyo's paws, a certain type of protection of the squirrel seemed to grow in her, though she always denied it. Abbot Welkum chuckled at her side.
"Aye, but patience is a virtue, my friend" replied the otter as he moved his spectacles higher up his face. Renla raised an eye at the Abbot and tapped her large footpaw on the ground impatiently.
"Yes, Abbot, patience is a virtue, unless you've been waiting for an hour and a half" but this time the Abbot did not chuckle at his friends comment. Instead, he was looking at a scroll that he held in his paws, the scroll that had been given to Kenyo when the squirrel left Crim with him. Abbot Welkum sighed heavily, taking off his spectacles and cleaning them with the hem of his habit. Renla sensed the sudden change in the otter and walked over to where he stood.
"Are you sure that we should tell him now?" Welkum asked sadly, his paws rubbing against the frail bark wood by which the scroll was made. The badger put a heavy paw on the Abbot's shoulder, making sure to be careful with her strength, and nodded.
"Yes, father, we must tell him. I wish we didn't but he is 15 now, he should know of what has happened." She replied, a small tear trickling from her eye, though she wiped it away so fast that the Abbot had not seen it.
"I know, but I just wonder if it is the right thing to do,"
"If what is the right thing to do?" A voice asked curiously from behind them. Renla and Welkum turned as one to see Crim and Kenyo walking up, the young squirrel having a curious look on his face. Renla put her paws on her hips and stared down at the little squirrel.
"So where have you been this time?" Crim looked up at the great badger, shrinking back from her glare. Abbot Welkum put a comforting paw around the young one's shoulders and shook his head.
"Now, no need to go and scare the lad, Renla" the badger took a look at Crim then down at the Abbot.
"As you wish," She replied curtly then stood tall and proud. Kenyo looked at the Abbot, as did Renla. Welkum once again cleaned his glasses then turned and addressed Crim.
"Well now, young Crim, do you know what today is?" The young squirrel thought quietly to himself then shook his head.
"No father, I'm afraid I don't" Welkum nodded and gently tweaked the squirrels ears. He turned then sat upon the alter beneath the tapestry.
"Well, young one, today is the same day that you came to use so many years ago, do you remember that?" Crim almost punched himself at the Abbots words. How could he forget? It had only been on his mind for the last three months. He shook his head irritated at himself but managed to nod at the otter.
"Yes, I remember that" Welkum chuckled and was about to withdraw the parchment. He looked up and down at the young squirrel, Crim standing there with an innocent smile. The old Abbot pulled the parchment out more then stopped himself and tucked it back in his tunic, avoiding the confused looks from Renla and Kenyo. Throwing a paw around Crim's shoulders, the old Abbot steered the young squirrel towards Cavern Hole.
"Well, my son, we have a something for you," Welkum led the squirrel, Renla and Kenyo both giving one another a confused look, and opened the doors. There in the middle of the room stood a table with all different sorts of food that Crim and the other creatures his age liked to eat. Cakes, pasties, candied chestnuts and the like littered the table. Off to the side stood many of his friends and several dibbuns that had followed the others into the room. He saw Malya come running in, a bit out of breath. She smiled at him, a pillow feather sticking out of her fur, and stood behind a young mole babe who waved his paw at the squirrel.
"Burr, hurr, `ello marster Crim!" he called. Crim looked around, surprised and turned to address the Abbot.
"But, I don't understand, what is all this for, not that I'm complaining or anything," The Abbot chuckled and patted the squirrel on the back.
"You've been with us for thirteen years young Crim and we thought that maybe we should celebrate your company. And also, you are now 15 and we usually do a little something when a creature turns that age. Now, why don't you have some fun with your friends." Crim smiled delightedly and was about to heed to the Abbot's advice when he turned and furrowed his brow.
"But, Kenyo said you and Renla wanted to talk to me," the Abbot shuffled his paws over the scroll and smiled lightly.
"At another time Crim, now just enjoy yourself" With that, the Abbot turned, Kenyo and Renla following in his wake. Crim smiled and ran over to his friends.
After greeting several of his friends, he sat down next to Malya and gave her a light shove.
"So this is what Kenyo wanted to talk to me about, huh? You little sneak" Malya laughed and shoved him right back.
"Guilty as charged mate. Now lets get us some food before Sprypaw comes in and eats it all up." Crim looked at the otter maid then glanced around the room.
"Where is ol Sprypaw anyways?" At that question Malya burst out laughing and leaned against him.
"Oh, he be around here some where mate. I was chasin him down the hall and he ran right into one o the storage rooms. Well, I closed it just so we could get a little peace for now" she giggled at her own evil deed and Crim shook a paw at her.
"And you call yourself a sweet otter maiden, Renla would tan your hide if she knew you did that," Malya smiled brightly and took a glass of strawberry fizz and began to drink it.
"She'd have to catch me first mate," she giggled then turned at the sound of a loud bang when the door to Cavern Hole was suddenly thrown open. Sprypaw stalked in, his ears holding spider webs, feathers sticking out from his tunic from a pillow fight and his fur full of dust. He stopped in the middle of the room and stared accusingly at the otter maid. Crim tried hard to keep a straight face as Malya looked at the hare in mock horror.
"My, Sprypaw, what happened to you mate?" Sprypaw blew some dust off of his face and pointed at her, his voice fuming.
"You know very flippen well what happened, wot! You locked me in the bloomin room!" Malya tapped her cheek with her paw and shook her head, smiling.
"I have no idea what you're talking about mate" Sprypaw shook with anger and was about to blow up on the young maid when Crim stood up and slid his plate of maple cookies over to the hare.
"Here Spry, yer favorite," Sprypaw held a paw in the air as if he was about to argue some more but then took one look at the plate and practically leapt upon it. Malya laughed and leaned back in her wooden chair.
"Oh, the chef was right, stomach on legs, haha" Crim burst out laughing as he was drinking his strawberry cordial and accidentally spit it out at the laughing face of Malya. The otter barked in surprise and glared at him, her ears and fur dripping wet.
"Ya meant to do that didn't ya, mate?" Crim bit his lip as she stared at him and shook his head.
"No..hehe…I didn't mean…hehe…to do that…wahahaha!" The squirrel fell back laughing, wiping tears away with his tunic. Malya got an indignant look on her face but couldn't help but laugh and soon both were in a fit of giggles. Sprypaw lifted up an ear and looked over the plate with on eye at them.
"Flippen mad, wot. chomp chomp, letting jolly good ol cordial chomp go to flippen waste, wot wot!" The party went on like that, Crim spending most of the time with his two best friends, unaware to the fact that at that very moment, the Abbot, Renla and Kenyo were discussing his fate.
"Why didn't you tell him?" Renla asked irritably as the warrior, Abbot and badger mum walked towards the Great Hall once more. The Abbot sighed deeply and began to clean his spectacles again, his rudder tail dragging on the ground.
"My friend, do you want the squirrel to be hurt by the note?" He asked of her. The badger slowed her pace and held her head.
"No, I don't but the longer we with hold the news, the harder it will be to tell him. He's not a child anymore, he should know the truth of what happened years ago, aside from us saying that a friendly squirrel dropped him off to live and grow in peace."
"But it is the truth," Welkum replied, his paws held wide in a pleading motion. Kenyo shook his head sadly, his eyes looking worriedly back at Cavern Hole.
"Aye, but not the full truth. Valena wanted me to watch the young squirrel and she told us that she wants that note given to him at the proper age, and that would be now. He's already suspicious, he is not foolish Abbot. Yes, we were telling the truth about the little celebration but I still think we should have given him the scroll. The party would have cheered him up if he felt upset about it." The warrior took a deep breath and held his head as he looked back down the hall. "Though I truly wish we didn't have to tell him. I don't want to cause the young one any pain for grief. He's grown on me" Abbot Welkum sighed deeply and leaned against a wall, his aged eyes looking down at the scroll once again.
"You are right my friend. I will speak with him soon, but I want you two to be present, for I too hate to hurt him but we must tell him." Both mouse and badger nodded simultaneously
"As you wish father" they replied then taking one last look at the Abbot, they turned and went their own separate ways. Welkum watched the two leave then turned and faced the great tapestry of Redwall. He looked up at Martin, the noble mouse standing proudly with his sword, and shook his head.
"Martin, what would you have me do? I fear that young Crim will be torn apart by the news of the scroll. When he first came here, even as a dibbun he was so distant and it took us awhile before we could gain his trust. He..he can't remember now, what he was like. But I fear that if he finds out the truth, the whole truth, that he will become the same way. Tell me Martin, what should I do?" The Abbot stood there as if waiting for an answer that never came. Welkum nodded slightly then turned and strolled away, his paw steps making barely a sound as he walked.
From the depths of the tapestry, there seemed to be a voice, speaking softly into the quiet hall. It spoke so mellifluously that the words could not be heard. Then, as quickly as it had come, the voice silenced again and the watchful eyes of Martin seemed to look towards Cavern Hole.
Peace reigned in the Abbey the whole night. The party continued and every beast went about their business. And yet, the whole Abbey was unaware of the danger that was heading their way.