[mookiemookie]

After Nisgeis' speech, Mookie slipped away from the group to do a bit of impromptu exploration. He made his way through the darkness and across the small stream on the western side of the prisoner barracks. A chill wind blew through his uniform and straight into his bones. He pulled his collar up to try and cut some of the iciness. Mookie was keenly aware of every sound around him, and a sense of uneasiness permeated his mind. As he trekked on through the darkness, the uneasiness turned to dread. The normal sounds of the night - breezes rustling leaves, the ocean waves lapping at the shore - turned into a cacophony of evil.

Mookie turned and ran back to the castle.

"Right then, much better light for this sort of thing during the day. Much better. Much bettermuchbettermuchbetter..."

He babbled his mantra all the way back to the rest of the group until he was back safely in the confines of the castle.