OOC- it has been ages since we have had any action at Redwall. Here we go.
IC- Criegon looked out across the wood tops, blanketed by night. The moon was on half waxing and there were few clouds in the sky. A gentle mist shrouded from the ponds surface and disappeared a few feet in the air. Bringing the blanket in closer, he shivered as a breeze passed through the battlements. Early spring nights were cold.
Vince the mole, walked up to the shivering otter and started to converse in polite conversation when a clanking sound filled the air.
BOOC- Anyone can be the noisemaker and any one can be Vince. Do what you please with him.