Thistledown Dunn was a new arrival at the Abbey. Their was of life was new and strange to him and he found he was struggling to adapt. Most of the people at the Abbey found him grouchy and ornery at best, but ultimately he meant well. He always did. Today was especially trying for him. Sensing this, the Abbot sent him on an errand outside to gather herbs for the infirmary.
Thistledown knew little of herbs, but it kept him away from the Abbey and out of trouble, and gave him time to settle his nerves. He wasn't sure if his errand was a success or not, (What did sanicle even look like?) On his back was a large bag fit to burst of anything but sanicle, he sort of just grabbed anything green reasoning he'd run into the herb eventually.
Coincidentally he was beginning to feel quite itchy.
With his labours completed, he knocked at the gate, five firm raps and cried out.
"Hello? It's me Thistledown! Lemme in!"