Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151131/@comment-27038933-20151125220737

"Bumble! Panicking and screeching like mad will not help you, looking crazy only makes it worse!" Tempest hissed softly to her friend eyes narrowing. "Where is the healer!" She yowled. "Perhaps the mouse ate the deathberries," She reasoned. "After all, Bumble carried it to camp in her mouth and is fine, and if Ambrosia carried it as well. Had they been put into it after death Pike surely would have noticed them. Perhaps this wasn't murder but an unfortunate accident," Tempest said. A private part of her was enjoying the chaos being wrought in the Syndicate, a part of her that was partially bitter about them attacking her mother and siblings. Truth be told she wasn't sure what to believe, but she refused to let either Bumble or Ambrosia take the fall if she could.

"When Bumble caught it the thing was staggering about barely living, Bumble was able to kill it neatly and swiftly, we had assumed it was an old mouse," Tempest meowed. "but perhaps we were wrong, the healer should look at the mouse and at Pike, surely they can tell us what has happened," She cast a look at Torrance, Silver and Bumble, " But going crazy will not help us now."