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The beast sat up straight and started talking but its mouth remained closed. His tail swayed back and forth slowly "At ease I mean you no harm, after all I am part of you now. " The dark fox then walked over to suculia.

Yoko ground to a quick halt as he heard the voice. He turned around to see a mouse in a blue hood with an arrow pointing at him.
"In answer to your query, I am simply myself as much as you are you. Why I'm here? Well, I'm on my way to do a bit of spying and information gathering."

Yoko did not like this strange mouse's attitude, but nonetheless decided to just press on with trying to see what Jaclon was up to since their last encounter. "Very Well" he said, then pressed on toward the location of the cave.

"I am the one who embodies your hatred and hostility," He said calmly "The sick desire to bring harm to others no matter who they may be." He closed his eyes "You have been annexed into our society. Our leader the viper has approved and assigned me to you." He then walked toward suculia and began to sink into were shadow "I Altair will be at your service for eternity," after he was gone his voice still rang out "Go now she is waiting."

Abby was at the edge of the would sitting calmly. Her viper was gone now.

River Fang walked in wondering wot was amis here. Talking in flunet Harespeech, she was taken for Basil Stag Hare,which was long ago (or is Basil Stag Hare still alive?), when she was an otter. Old Chaps, wot wrong here? I say, a good old salad will do the trick wot. A rather fie day to waste fighting and snarling, doncha know. Sorry matey. Harespeech. but ot's wrong? 'Tis a nice day to be fighting. Ain't it silly to fight on a nice day, than to fight on a gloomy day. Somethings i understand because i'm a warrior. But on a nice day like this?!?! Fightin' is unthinkable. But i'll be out of yore way and climb this here tree and watch from up here. ok mateys. Ok. river fang said as she started to climb up a large ak tree nearby to watch the fightin' below her.

The heat of the forge was nearly unbearable, but Jaclon endured it as if born unto it (which could be true). He showed a few tricks to the vermin, helped make the molds, and soon, the air was thick with pounding hammers, the hiss of metal cooled in water, and it shimmered with the steam of the furnace. The vermin hated the intense heat, but they would grow accustomed to it, Jaclon mused. They would even come to like it. Sure enough, the complaining slowly died out (Jaclon dared not repress it), and the work sped up. Satisfied, Jaclon left the forge, closing the heavy, re-enforced wooden door behind him.

((What does that mean?))

((Oh. I've come to take that phrase literally, as in the place is haunted.))
Jaclon narrowed his eyes. He had a good idea who the spy was, if there was only one. However, since the bulk of his war engines were complete, he saw nothing to truly fear. However, it was like a nasty insect buzzing around his head, and he yearned to swat it. He retreated to Gloth's chamber, "Form a scouting party; we have a spy in our midst. I'm betting it's Yoko, or else one of his allies. Find them and bring them to me." With a bow, the weasel took his leave to do Jaclon's bidding. Then, the wildcat took to his chair for a moment of rest...and thought.