Typhoon's abode.

[Typhoon]

The room is quite bare, the only furniture being the bed, the desk, the chair, and two cupboards the badger added. The first contains jars of rice wine, being the alcoholic's favourite drink. The second is a miniature arsenal, storing the badger's spare clothes, armour, and weapons. On the table are several thick manuscripts, the other habit of the badger besides drinking being reading. The only decoration is a work of calligraphy hung on the wall, written in the same strange script as the books, all mementos of his homeland. The door has many locks and bolts, with two brackets for holding the thick hardwood plank that is propped against the wall. Something that is normally not noticed at first sight is the foldable portcullis above the doorway, activated by a lever in the wine cupboard and raised by pulleys.

[grenn]

Grenn came around disquised as an otter.((Wait he is an otter)) "Hello in there anybody home?"

[Typhoon]

The badger was not used to seeing otters prying into his room, especially as he remembered locking the door. Or at least he thought he did. He wasn't very sure. The wine had gone to his head again, but not so much that his suspicions were not aroused at the sight of someone at his door. Almost no one knocked at the doors of lowly privates. Furthermore, Typhoon did not recognise the otter. The badger drew his sword and strolled nonchalantly to the stranger and placed the sword point to the other's back.

"And who might you be?"