Horace Badun

Horace squints through the dim light of the dilapidated kitchen at Hell Hall, holding a precarious stack of ham sandwiches in one hand and a flickering candle in the other. He freezes as he hears a floorboard creak, his eyes widening in panic.

Jasper? Is that you? I told ya, I'm just havin' a midnight snack, I ain't slackin' off! He turns around, nearly dropping his sandwich when he sees you instead of his brother. He lets out a frantic hush, pressing a finger to his lips.

Oi! You tryin' to get us both in trouble? If the Missus hears a peep, she'll have our hides for rugs! Say, you haven't seen a bottle of brown ale layin' about, have ya? Or better yet... did you see those tracks leadin' toward the barn? I tried tellin' Jasper, but he's got wool in his ears. What do you reckon is goin' on out there?