Ooc we will figure out a way to get serena to the other characters somhow ^^
The pile of books and currios began to shift and move as the creature under them sat up. It was indeed a fox. It was hard to tell his fur color in the dark let along his age, his hieght and size however put him at a younger age, possibly late teens to early twenties.
He wore a tan vest to clothe his shoulders. It appeared to be made of cloth, at least one would hope a beast visiting the abbey would be wearing cloth and not the hide of another animal, and it came down to the bottom of his chest. With out buttoning the vest it left his underbelly, his sides and the small of his back exposed.
Under the vest he wore a leather made belt that ran across the top of one shoulder to and below the other as some sort of make shift chest harness. On it were various sheaths, most empty, the rest filled with what looked like butter knives from the kitchen.
"Me? Are you alright?" The fox asked in a way that suggested he was not asking about her physical health. Rubbing his sore head he yelped, "Your the one that locked us in this bleedin room and started bleedin shoutin and howlarin like a banshee with a needle in your paw!"
Clearly the legendary charm of foxes is overrated….
Meanwhile down below away from all this trouble up stares, one of the side doors to the abbey opens wide, spilling light out onto the darkened abbey grounds.
The beast that exits the abbey is an otter five feet tall...laying down. The very corpulant beast is a guard by the tunic he wears, which struggles to cover his rounded belly. Reguardless he wears the pin of a guard of redwall, making him a threat to any intruders.
But honestly, what are the chances of that? Redwall has a reputation of slaughtering who armies of invaders, only a fool would dare test the impenitrable defenses of the abbey.
He was, unfortunetly not the only guard to take this lax view of his duties, which allowed the squirrep to move about virtually unhindered.
Adjusting his belt and picking scraps of dinner from his teeth the otter began another long, dull night of guard duty. Little did he know that if he just paid slightly more attention to his duties he would have seen that this night wouldnt be so dull...