Post by Peliot on May 27, 2009 9:47:56 GMT -5
Gurf was sitting at the base of one of the walls. He was knocking on it with his ear pressed against it. He was listening for any signs of weakness. He did this once a year just to make sure the abbey was completly safe. The late foremole instituted this practice and Gurrf was continuing it. He smiled as he heard no dangerous hollow sound. "oi Reckon this poirt of ze abbey be's safe."
OOC: Sorry I can't do mole speech very well.
OOC: Sorry I can't do mole speech very well.