Marshank

Stubb, Frigg, Sandy, Carn, Amos, Dangeon, Angus, Hactor, Deatchwatch

Location: Marshank: Courtyard

Stubb's nostrils tug at the air, which is heavy with the scent of moldering plant life. He steps carefully over the overgrown paving slabs, whose edges are now obscured by the decades of dirt that have washed over them. Muddy green moss bulges outward from cracks in the stone. Only the occasional eddy stirred up by an errant sea breeze lifts the pungent smell. "'Least i' beats sleepin in the open," he says, nose wrinkling.

Frigg takes a deep breath but chokes on the effervescence of the mossy stones, more or less because it's a new smell, not necessarily so oppressive. She looks behind her, at the squirrel being dragged along, frowning, "I hope he's coming to, shortly... that was a nasty crack, lad has a thick skull, hopefully." She's not entirely glad they aren't with the foxes, now, and looks all about her at the ramparts. "We barely have enough souls to cover one of these walls..."

From one set of stone walls to another. Sandy tramped along with the others, feeling a little disgusted from the fact that she'd just followed them into what she felt was a rather creepy location. "I feel like I've been here before or something..." she grumbled to herself, glancing around. "No chance we'll be finding food in this dump, I presume? I don't see any cookable things."

Carn is being dragged along behind one of the foxes, being gripped by his footpaws, leaving his head to bump against the rough stones in the courtyard. The fox drops him unceremoniously in the center of the courtyard witha thump. He shows ho signs of movement, though his chest rises and falls slowly.

"Plenny a leafy greens," Stubb mumbles vaguely in Sandy's direction,, his heart clearly not in the joke. "Oi'll bet that'd suit you tree'oppers jes' foine." He finds a patch of soil where the plants grow in especial abundance and crouches to pull back the curtain of leaves. "Mm. Bits a somefin' in 'ere. Tomatoes, oi reckon." He rises again and continues his investigation of the courtyard.

Eyeing the fortress dubiously Amos grunts, "Maybe, what'cha think Dang?" He sniffs the air, following after the weasel.

Frigg looks to Sandy, "Well, it looks like Stubb's found some things, I could use some... uhh, /tomato/. Where have you been!" She limps quickly over to where they're growing a bit, sparsely but still existent, and pulls her paw out of the thick undergrowth. "Ouch! Huh, looks like we aren't the only ones looking to feast on the vegetables..." Out crawls a beetle, snapping its pincers at the mousemaid, who hops back a few paces!

Sandy quirks a brow at the ferret's comment, and folds her arms. "Hey, keep acting that way and I'll just cook you up some dirt pie." she grumbled, watching them approach the tomato bush... If it was a tomato bush, anyhow. "Guess with that kind of ingredients, I could make a very basic salad."

Stubb's lips draw back in a cruel laugh at Frigg's fear of her horned menace. "Ay. Ge' used to 'em, li'ttle laydy. Place is crawlin' wif 'em. An not all a dem'll give warning 'fore dey boite." He shifts his attention to the walls of the courtyard, applying pressure here and there as he moves along the base. Seems stable enough.

The beetle sneers through its manibles at the intruders, shaking its head to and fro, presenting a mighty obstacle between the group and their tomatoes!

Sandy rubs her head a little bit, peering around the completely deserted location. In search of something, anything. Weapons, food, perhaps a barrel that might conveniently have something stored within. Like ale. "I wonder if there's any chance we'll find something we can use here..."

Stubb continues his unhurried survey of the premises. He barely affords the enraged lilliputian a glance. "Oi've seen many a merchan' offer good coin for ground-up bee'le sheww," he says to no one in particular. "Don fink dat's what you has in moin', though?" He returns to the group. "Prob'ly best ta check a cellar, if it ain' been flooded. Moigh' foind somefin' there."

A grunt comes from the squirrel in the center of the courtyard, laying in such a way that he looks more like a discarded a fur coat than a living, breathing beast. He lifts himself up shakily on his paws, nearly falling back down again as the pressure from the knot in his head builds. He manages to get up to a sitting position and looks around, "Wot in tha hell happened? Ah feel lioke ah been hit on the noggin' wit a hammer." he rubs his head tenderly and grimaces as he notices his weapons are gone.

Dangeon asks, "Cellar? As in wine cellar? 'm f'r that!" Dangeon pipes up, ears perking. She'd been on the edge of the group, near Amos, to whome she had replied "I like 't here. 's homely, wot." There is a possibility that she might be joking."

Frigg looks absolutely terrified, and falls on her back, scampering away, "B--b-b-b-b-bee.... th-th-th-the thingggg! It's it! It's the..." She clutches at Sandy, shouting "Go away! Go away!! You monster! Oh Sandy, make it go away! I'm /sure/ i--i-it's the s-s-same one f-from th-the b-b-beeach..."

Homely, to that Amos has to disagree and he kicks a rock before listening to all the ruckus.

Stubb snorts derisively at Frigg's distress.

"Toads, ye' gits. S'just a bug," Angus grunts, and cringes at the howling. "Iffn' ye' don't stop yellin', ye'r likely to wake up somethin' worser." He continues his own exploration of the yard, slithering cautiously along the stone.

Sandy makes a bit of a disgusted expression from the talk about beetle-inspired foods, and was about to comment on the cellar, before noticing Frigg freaking out over the beetle. Looking a bit surprised, she sighed, and took Frigg's paw. "Alright, why don't we just find a wine cellar? Get some drink in your system, and you'll forget about it." she commented, before muttering, "Get me a cutlass and I can get rid of anything that scares us..."

Carn glances around, unsure of his surroundings. He recognizes the beasts from earlier, though he dosen't know so much a single name between them. He sees that he's not tied up or restrained and stands, wobbly at first, steadying himself. "Takeit slow, mate." he mutters to himself.

Frigg calms down a bit, feeling a bit more safe in the numbers of the group than on the pitch dark beach being sucked down a hole. She takes a series of deep breaths, loosening her grip on Sandy and apologizing for it, "Oh dear, that isn't, that isn't like me I'm s-sorry... but.. can we do something about.. /it/? Ughhh... it's so u-ugly..." She can't look at it, but finds some grotesque fascination and moves to Sandy's other side, peering 'round her at intervals to make certain of its location - still a defensive one, in front of the bush.

Stubb crosses to Carn, brushing callously past the squirrel and her elderly companion. "Hmm." He squints at the bedraggled fellow. "Yore precious woodlander friend," he says to the pair. "Seems 'e's comin' to. Oi don' loike tha taste a squorl meat moise'f, but, eheheh, needs must, eh? Oi 'ope for 'is sake you do foind somefin in tha cellar."

Stubb turns sharply to Dangeon, and his expression softens with bemusement. "You been keepin a low profoile, 'Jane'?" He reverts to the name she gave him many months ago. "Do yore part an keep an oiye on dose two, eh?" He knocks his head toward Sandy and Frigg.

Sandy smiles at Frigg, giving her a pat on the shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. It won't hurt you if you're not near it." she replied. Voice of reason, perhaps? Voice of survival? No, this wasn't some plagued city full of lunatics... She turned around, though, apon hearing Stubb's comment about potentially eating the squirrel, looking positively furious right away. "You dare lay a damn finger on that squirrel and you will not live to regret it, you hear me?! I will personally break your neck MYSELF!" she shouted, losing her temper. Who knew such a meek squirrelmaid would get so fiery over talk about this subject?

Angus cocks an irritated glance at Stubb. "Keep an eye on 'em?" he mumbles to the weasel and hare. "I says we turn th' other cheek an' pray they vanish." He rolls his shoulders and neck in a series of audible pops, then pokes in the vicinity of his ear hole, presumably dislodging obstinate granules of sand. "This ain't so much a band as a circus now, mates. An' it's a liability that could cost us our hides."

Carn glances at Stubb, a look of disgust in his eyes. "Noaw look 'ere, where am ah? Who in Argus's name are you?" he glances over at Sandy, then winces as he moves his head too fast. "An' who is she?"

Amos' ears flatten against his head as he listens, and he winces as he shakes his head, "So we got a plan exactly now that we're here, if everyone's done yelling and shouting and all that?" He eyes the two that the weasel refers to and looks to Carn.

"Had a bit o' somethin' t' sort out..." Dangeon offers, grinning at the use of the name that she'd almost forgotten about. She seems, now, to be ready to agree with Angus as she watches Sandy go off. "Noisy things, these tree-things..." She looks to Carn ad can't help but offer. "Pirates. Or maybe we were bally smugglers. I've forgotten." About turn. "Now. About that wine cellar..?"

By the time the squirrel maid goes ballistic, Angus has had quite enough. "Pipe *down*," he barks, jutting an accusatory finger at the female duo. "I've had about enough o' yer naggin' and whinin', ye' worthless ol' marms. Grow a pair, or haul it back t' th' village. 'Coz I ain't toleratin' much more o' this tripe." He clears his throat. "No offense, Dang."

Stubb's eyes slide maliciously past Sandy to land on Angus. "Fink a dem as a source a cheap eats, ma'e. Eivah dey /feed/ us or," he shifts his gaze to Dangeon, who's added her complaints to the mix, "/dey/ feed us." Another cruel look flashes across his face.

Frigg gulps at Angus' harsh comments, but he was right. She was baggage to this party... not even so much Sandy as her... the mousemaid grits her teeth, though, and speaks as calmly as the recent fright would allow her, through welled-up eyes, "Fine, leave us, leave just me, then... I'll die, nobeast's burden, and nothing will matter to me having not touched my son's face one more time, I won't mind being eaten up by the soil, but then will you be able to live with yourself, Angus... look at Malcolm. Look at him. Look at what you did to get him back."

Dangeon says, "None taken." The doe replies to Angus as she inspects the ground. Cellar! Where are you? ".. Think th' mousey'd be a little bit tough, though. An' the tree-hopper might have some wot o' bitter taste, wot? B'sides, y' lot taste one lot o' meat y' might get the wrong idea 'bout hares. And I'd be very sad if I had to put swords in y'." She's still inspecting the ground all the way through. There's a little bit of a grin. She could be joking either way it's taken. Probably hasn't thought about anything she's saying anyway. There's a wine cellar to find."

Carn is still confused, and the hare's answer is in no way satisfactory. He realizes he has no authority without the massive sword on his back, whether he's tied up or not. taking a step towards Stubb, he asks, " 'Ello? Ah'd loike an answer." he stamps his footpaw down on the ground firmly.

Angus rubs at his leathery face. "Save th' sob story fer th' priests, love," he grunts to the parasitic crone. "We told ye' a dozen times t' stop shadowin' us, an' ye' still went an' did it. An' ye blubbered th' whole damn way. I ain't got no love fer yer son or yer tale of woe; moreover, I ain't see what *we* gotta' do with yer boy." His irritation manifests in a lash of his tail. Then his gaze rolls to the new squirrel face. "Toads. Another one?" he whines, again kneading his brow. "Just.. back up, mate. Hush. You with Nidlorf's goons?"

Stubb holds up a paw to stay Angus' questioning. "'E was watchin' us from behoind a rock. Spoyin'" he says, turning the sternest expression his youthful face permits to look probingly into Carn's eyes. "For which," he scowls, "he must explain hisse'f. 'Fore oi answer any bloody questions."

Locking arms over his chest, Angus sticks Carn with a dubious glare, and steps just behind Stubb. "Oh, really?" he snorts.

Carn has no idea who Nidlorf is, but dosen't appreciate being told to hush, "Ah asked first, an' ah'll not answer yer questions till ah noe who ah'm dealing wit'." he crosses his arms.

"You're... dealing with the people who still have weapons..." Dangeon pauses to give the squirrel a funny look before returning to her search.

"So we gonna eat them or not, maybe a nice stew then?" Amos turns to stare at Carn and approaches him, "Eh, what was his question?" He points to the squirrel.

Carn shrugs, conceding Dangeon's point, "Ah, uh... Aye, ya got me dere." his shoulders slump slightly, a bit of his youthful pride leaving him. He still dosen't look like he wants to give them any answers.

"Ay, oi don' fink 'e's wif Nidlorf, 'gus," Stubb says. "Look at 'im. An boi tha sound of 'im, he ain' polished loike Lord Nidlorf's men." He raises his fingers in a delicate expression as he enunciates this.

Angus shrugs. "Whatever ye' say, mate."

Frigg sighs, and keeps her mouth shut. It will always be a matter of larger and stronger versus weak and defenseless, no matter what the case for her personal quest. She looks at the interrogation and looks at Angus, and at Stubb, and has to... has to do something. Vent. Vent. She leaves Sandy's side in a hurry, storms to a nearby pile of broken down carts and picks up a decidedly nasty-looking shard... and storms over to the beetle, turning to face her, renewed vigor in its defense, but for naught. Frigg gives the mightiest shout a little mouse of older years can give and /slams/ the shard down between the eyes, the mandibles closing around her leg for a moment and causing her to wince. But only briefly. "There. Dinner for you brutes!"

Amos approaches Carn, "So who are ya with mate, and why ya been spying on us eh?"

Carn finally gives some ground, "T'wern't spyin', jus' makin' sure ah didn't have mah brains spilled by yon fox army," he gestures nonchalontly in the general direction of the beach where he was captured.

Well. That was unexpected. "Erm. Well. Y' vanquished the monster..." No way Dangeon's going to eat that... before a few good drinks anyway. "Well done." She tells Frigg, with genuine surprise and slight amusement. Poor beetle.

Hactor is watching Stubb, still slightly bitter from the early confrentation. He is now clad in a smelly kilt and other items nicked from around the abandoned fortress. The fox flikes an ear in curiosity, wondering what has Stubb frozen in attention.

Carn looks over, seeing Hactor, and remembering just enough to know that this is the one who caused the pain in his head, "An' you! You threw a rock at mah head!" he yells, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Hactor attention snaps to the furious young Squirrel. "Ach such yer trap ye wee beasty!" he retorts coldly. He then turns his attention back to Stubb.

Stubb is pulled away from his interview with the squirrel by the matron's mighty shout. "Where the 'ell did she learn a trick loike that? Fastest oi've seen 'er move since she fell in that crab-hole." He suddenly notices Hactor. "Fancy braised bee'le tonoigh', me lord?"

Frigg looks down at the beetle, shivering, and steps around it to pluck a few tomatoes from off of a plant in the brush... she gathers roughly an arm-full, which is not so many for her, and goes back over to Sandy, "Here you go, maybe we can decide how to use the rest later, but I figured... um, for now..." She feels decidedly awkward having had just /slain/ something, talking about how to use tomato as an ingredient...

Hactor's attention snaps in the direction of the furious, young squirrel. "Ach! Such yer trap ye wee beasty!" he retorts befor turning his gaze back to Stubb. "Spose so," his his cold, sarcastic reply to the weasel.

Stubb grabs Hactor by the shoulder and gives him a rough pat, to soothe the tension that has risen between them. "Looks loike we don' 'ave ta eat squorl for anuvver noigh', then." He sniffs and looks around. "Well, bes' we foind a place where from ta keep an oiye on tha hills. Dang took tha squorl ta foind a cellar, ay?"

Angus quietly mills about the courtyard.

Carn's tail bristles at Hactor's words, "Look 'ere, ah dinnae take kindly ta ya insults." he looks quite angry, not at all like he's going to 'shut his trap'. He advances towards him.

Hactor inhales a bit at the weasels touch, but his tail unbristles and he becomes much more relieved at the weasel's words. "Aye. Doubt tha lil treehoper was telln da truth bout some clan acommin' though." Hactor turns to spot Carn's slight advancement. "Oh looky here Stubb. Tha wee ladd want's ta have a go!"

Amos glares at Carn, "Ya best sit still and start getting on our good side, ya ain't exactly doing that ya know."

Stubb chuckles. "Ay. That he does. Best to know when yore beat, ma'e." He turns to mount the stairs to the west walltop. "It ain' jest a squorl troibe oi'm worryin' about, 'Ac. Oi don' trust that fox ta keep awa long." He appraises the defenses. "Least 'ere we got a good view a tha hills."

Carn returns Amo's glare, "Ah dinnae have ta do anything fer ya." he turns to Stubb and Hactor again, his advance halted momentarily, "Jus' yew wait a while. Yew'll 'ave highland squirrels up ta yer ears, ya will."

Hactor croaks a harsh laugh at the squirrel. "Aye," he begins mockingly. "An' yewl have ma boot up yer arse iffn ya no pipe down and sit down!"

Sandy remains quiet for some time, nodding politely and accepting the tomato from her older charge. She eyes Angus, though, wondering what kind of /thing/ would eat... she banishes the thought, sighs, and takes a bite of the tomato, long ripe, an eye wincing... "On second thought, maybe we should discuss some of the other... produce..."

Angus, feet scraping the flagstone, shuffles after Stubb. "Oi--wait up, mate," he calls, pace quickening. "Don't go trompin' off alone."

Carn growls low at the fox, "Where's mah claymore? Where is it?" he looks around, hoping his prized sword wasen't left to rust on the beach. "Ah'll cut yer eyes out," he spits out, in a rage now, his fists clenching and unclenching, his chest rising and falling heavily, causeing the blue pawprints to move.

"Hah!" lughs the fox at the inraged Carn. "Jokes on yew. I onnly got ma one eye!"

"Int'restin' advoice, comin' from you, 'gus." Stubb gives the dragon a wry grin. "Don' fink oi can take care a moise'f, good as you can, eh?" He continues up the wobbly treads, showing increasing caution as he mounts higher, where the stones seem to grow progressively looser if they aren't missing entirely.

Carn scoffs at the fox, "That'll jus' make mah job all da more easier won't it?" he takes another step forward, almost within reach of Hactor.

Angus lifts a scaled brow, pausing on the lowest step as the weasel begins its ascent. "Iffn' ye' recall, bro', I ain't yet been stolen away by no bandits or orders. Th' rest o' ye' kin hardly brag as much." He hazards the first leg of the climb; there is no claim to grace, but the lizard is nimble enough.

"M' deadweight's a bit more of a burden," the dragon admits, grinning.

"Imma only gonna say dis once ladd. Back off now," warns the old fox

Deathwatch steps slowly out of the longhouse, his yellow eyes glancing around with all the ruckus. The big, black wildcat's hammer carried in one paw, he grins a little bit as he approaches, "I see you have decided to make your vay here, yah? Good. Zhere is some intelligence present after all."

Carn strides confidently up the the fox, hardly distracted by the arrival of the wildcat, "Och, yer only gonna ask once, eh? Well ah'm a wee bit hard of hearing, so yew'll have to repeat it." he cups a paw to his ear.

Hactor's response is a sudden and deliberate boxing of Carn's head, enough to send the younger highlander realling!

Angus flits a glance to Deathwatch as he pokes from the lodge. "Amy, ye' wanna' be th' ambassador fer this one? I think yer cousin wants t' talk." He scurries after the weasel, who rapidly vanishes toward the walltop.

Angus follows Stubb up the stairs to the West Walltop.

Deathwatch tilts his head, placing the head of his hammer to the ground, leaning against the haft as he watches the activity, "Come, come. Zhere is no need for such violence. Of course, unless zhere's plenty of reason." He peers at the beasts that make their way up the wall, cocking an eyebrow, "Hmm...I vould hope zhat you beasts aren't zhinking about trying to kill me. It could be very ugly, here in my home..."

Carn is knocked back on his fluffy highland tail, placing the same paw he was just using to mock the fox against his now acheing jaw. He recovers fairly quickly, getting to his footpaws and stumbling a few paces before steadying himself, and getting in a fighting stance, clenched fists outstreched. "Come at meh, yew Lowshanks cur!" he spits.

With the dragon rapidly disappearing before he can reply, Amos turns towards Deathwatch. Having sized up the other wildcat on his arrival, he thinks on Angus words and smiles, "Lovely place ya got here, nice to meet'cha uh.. didn't catch your name..."

"Lowshanks is it den? Fine! I'll have fum slicin yer wee, bushy tail up!" The old fiend then produced a small derk from his kilt pocket and took a fighting stance, his one, good eye daring Carn to make a move.

Deathwatch glances at the only other wildcat he's seen since his banishment back to the land here. An ear is perked towards the squirrel and fox's rabble as he turns towards Amos, "Zhis place is Marshank, rightfully my home since my ancestors owned it after zhe fall of zhe Lord Badrang to Martin zhe Varrior. As for a name, I am a Deathvatch. Zhat is my path in life, so it is my name and title."

Carn shakes his head, "If yew get a weapon, ah get one," he's spotted his claymore, leaning against the far wall of the fortress, he gazes at it, before a fox moves between it and him. "Very well den, ah'll fight yew scum on mah own." he charges forward, aiming to knock the dirk out of his opponent's hand and hit him witha balled right fist.

Hactor bares his fangs, but doesn't expect the kick, which sends his dirk flying. He does however expect the punch, and manages to catch Carn's fist in his hand. He then yanks Carn around, and lunges at the squirrels throat in a ttempt to bite down and rip it out!

Carn yanks his head sideways, popping his neck loudly in the process, and atempts a wild headbutt, followed up by and equally wild kick, and finishing with an attempt to roll out of Hactor's grasp.

Hactor sees the headbutt before he feels it, but it stings all the same, rattling his old brain. He is slightly dazed, but still manages to dodge Carn's kick. The headbutt caught the old tod though, in a way that made him release his grp on the younger beast. Some gaurds steped forward, but the older fox wouldn't have it. "Away wid ye!" he spits at the gaurds.

Deathwatch raises his paw, stopping the guards, "Zhis is not our problem!" The wildcat leans against his haft, "A true duel must be fought until either death or submission, if I remember correctly."

Carn steps back, recovering his breath, and balls his fists again, "Come at meh, ya coward," he says, making a motion with his front paw to beckon him forwards.

Hactor sees the headbutt before he feels it, but it stings all the same, rattling his old brain. He is slightly dazed, but still manages to dodge Carn's kick. The headbutt caught the old tod though, in a way that made him release his iron grip on Carn.

Carn steps back, recovering his breath, and balls his fists again, "Come at meh, ya coward," he says, making a motion with his front paw to beckon him forwards.

Deathwatch sighs softly as he watches the rumble between the two creatures, murmuring to himself, "Erste blut uberall auf meinem grundstuck...getting blood all over my grounds..." he frowns, standing up straight, reaching for the nine-tailed scrouge tied at his waist, feeling the leather straps.

Hactor charges Carn, and fakes as if he is going to punch him. But then, at the last possible second he ducks down and lunges, snapping at Carn's legs!

Carn feels his legs taken out from under him as he goes tumbling to the hard stones with a thud. There is a slight trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth, and he looks poitivly enraged.

Deathwatch slowly begins to release his scourge, the nine ends dangling to the ground, the sharp stones clattering together, "Just in case zhings go south...as zhey say here."

Hactor sits up quickly, and spits Carn's blood out of his mouth. "Ready ta give up ye lil swallow turd!?"

Carn roars a battle cry at him and charges, fists swinging, "Faugh a Ballaugh!!!" He's not giving up yet.

Hactor recognizes the battlecry, and his ears fold back at it. A little squirrel fist catches his muzzle and sends him reeling back...

Deathwatch squints between the two. This is going on a little too far, even for the battle-hardened feline. He whips his scourge strikes out for the squirrel's arm before it can re-chamber for another strike, aiming to catch the sharp stones along the Highlander's forearm, "ENOUGH!"

Carn starts to pounce at the fox, but is stopped suddenly as the whip stings his arm, "Agh!" he exclaims in pain as he falls backwards. He recovers, still holding his arm, and glares daggers at the wildcat.

As he sees the wildcat lash out at the squirrel, one of the foxes moves towards the highlander, spear at the ready, prepared to restrain the squirrel if needed.

Hactor, ears still folded back, looks over in astonishment at the wildcat's sudden oposition. He flenches at the whp, old scars on his back testifying to the days when he was a slave-pup. Needles to say, anyone with a whip had full sway over the oldwarlord.

Deathwatch slowly strides forward, standing in front of the squirrel, his scourge dangling its nine tails in close view, "Zhat is enough from you, little one. If you continue, you vill die. If not from his mates, from me as I vill defend my home." His cracks his scourge, the stones clattering once more. Deathwatch wasn't called the Cat of Ten Tails for nothing. He turns to the fox, "Restrain him. Zhere is a time for bloodshed later."

The fox moves forwards, spear in one paw and a length of rope in the other, he pushes the squirrel to his knees and begins to bind his paws behind him.

Hactor nods quickly, and begins to walk over to Carn, pressing his boot down on the squirrel's throat, but not trying to choke him. "Someone gimme a a hand wid disun!"

Carn give the wildcat, the fox, and Hactor a hate-laden glance, each in turn. "Ah'll get yew..." he begins, but is choked off by the fox's boot, so he merely growls.

The fox, drags the captive out of Hactor's vengeful reach, and ties him to a post in the middle of the courtyard, muttering something to himself about, 'crazy highlanders'.

Deathwatch laces his scourge back to his hip, looking at the squirrel, "Zhat's it...grow in your anger. Let it embrace you. It'll comfort you vhen you sleep tonight. Nozhing else vill." He flicks his tailtip as he returns to his hammer, hefting it onto his shoulder.

Deathwatch sighs, stepping away from the restraining of the squirrel. He blinks as a stone from the walltop falls to the ground of the courtyard, glancing up at Stubb above.

Deathwatch climbs the stairs to the West Walltop.