Great, trapped. Well, at least this place has food, and if we run out we can always eat the mice from the cellar...
*mouse scurries across the floor to a scrap of bread*
Steady... Thankfully my hearing or sense for touch hasn't gone.
*smacks the mouse with walking cane and carefully roasts it on the fire*
There you go kiddies, now be sure to share.
You two, we have a crisis to deal with, you can flirt later. Oh and btw, Gwathy is a fitting name, or maybe Gwathyn, hmm...
I love being old, blind and grumpy.
Thanks for the role
Agan.
Well, I won't be around for another few hours, because of classes and such, but I should be back well before the deadline. Take care.
~ Ka, the old blind and grumpy mouse killing woman