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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5392387" data-attributes="member: 82679">Thok tries climbing the surface, the edges of the red bricks cutting the tips of his fingers, and dry mortar sticking beneath his long fingernails. It seems he could almost scale the wall, but the Barbarian's chain shirt constricts his movements too much. He manages not to fall, but he can't make it past several feet up, despite his huffing and puffing.Meanwhile as the Grease spell covers the bars in an abundant amount of yellow, lard-like substance, thick to the touch and not entirely merciful on the nose, Herriman manages to slip with ease between two bars, albeit at the cost of soiling his clothes and armour. There is almost no space for him to move in between the iron bars and the actual window. The glass has been covered with a wooden lid from the inside, but the lock on the window seems old and of poor craftsmanship.Up in the sky the autumn sun still shines with a bright glow, and despite the brisk wind that moves the grass and leaves about, the day remains warm. A cow that has regained some bravery has returned to a large stone tub filled with water, and is now drinking cautiously while it's ears are moving around with rapid motions.The house itself remains quiet, and on the far left Adelaide enters the barn, sword in hand.</blockquote>