Redwall Isn't Safe Anymore! (Is Redwall as Safe as they Say it is? Part Two)

[Ashleg]

"Roscoe? The weasel?" Grant asked, casting the mouse a curious stare before starting off in the gate's direction.
"It must be important if you saught me out."

[Groddil]

The mouse nodded.
"He's been in the woods for a while. There's no reason he would want to leave Redwall for that long, unless it was to meet the horde. We should try and see what he's up to. He might be tryin' ta lure us into a trap."

[Ashleg]

"The horde? You can have the pleasure of doing the interrogation. I'd personally like to forget about the horde..." Said Grant as he unlocked the gates.
There stood Roscoe, the scrawny weasel with the purple eyes and the red cloak.
He didn't look like much.

[Groddil]

The mouse dealt a swift kick to the gate, slamming it shut.
"You don't want to forget about them, because they won't go away. They're probably out there right now, waiting for us to open the gates. We should go to the walltop. He's much more likely to speak sense with you around."
The mouse made sure the gates were locked, then started to climb up to the walltop.

[Ashleg]

"Calling down to him will only strain our voices. Why not go outside next to him? I'll still be there."

[Groddil]

"I'd rather strain my voice than have my throat cut. If there's even the slightest chance that he's up to something, I don't want to risk this place. We open those gates, and that gives any vermin that may be outside the opportunity to rush them and get inside. We go outside, same deal, except if he doesn't do anything to us, his theoretical allies will. Think about it, sir. You're responsible for everybeast in here, young and old. Would you really like to risk them just for the sake o' your voice?"

[Ashleg]

"Than start already," Grant puffed, shrugging irritably. "Whatever..."

[Groddil]

"I'm bein' serious, sir. Everybeast hates us, but we're still helping you. I'm all fer throwing me life away without any gratitude, but I ain't gonna die fer nothin'. The Vigil won't be around forever. Ye need to help yerselves as well. If I die protectin' this place, and then find out from somebeast at th' Dark Forest that all o' Redwall was massacred a couple o' days later cause somebeast was too naive, or didn't plan things out, I'll start turnin' in me grave."
The mouse leant over the battlement, scanning for any vermin near Roscoe.
"Okay, I've got a Redwaller wit' me. Why'd ye run off, and where did ye go?"

[Ashleg]

Roscoe could answer the first one easily. "I ran off 'cause things were gettin' too heated here, remember? At the feast?"

Grant nodded. "He's right about that..."

The weasel continued. "An' I was wandering Mossflower like usual. Honest!"

[Groddil]

"Why were ye gone for so long? Anybeast I know would try an' come back 'ere as soon as possible. Feasts don't usually last several days. If there's anybeast with you, say so now. If they're hidin' in the bushes, bring 'em out."

[Ashleg]

Roscoe shook his head. "Nobeast. Cross my heart an' hope to die."
He took a long pause, visually struggling to come up with an answer for the first question.
"How'd I know how long feasts last?"

[Groddil]

"Cause accordin' to some o' th' Redwallers, ye've been to one before. Somethin' ain't right. I'm goin' ta let ye in, but not through this gate. I'll bring ye in through th' secret entrance, but I'll need ta blindfold ye."
The mouse tossed a knotted rag down at Roscoe.
"Cover yer eyes wit' that, I'll be down in a minute."
The mouse started descending the steps.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe fumbled to catch the rag and looked up as both mice were soon gone from sight.
He didn't exactly trust the mouse just as the mouse didn't trust him.
If Alfhild kills me, it'll hurt more.
He reluctantly tied the blindfold on, looking very tense all of a sudden.
"Hello?"

[Groddil]

The mouse from the Vigil ducked out of the gate, waiting until he heard the satisfying thump of the gates being locked behind him.
"I'm right behind ye, Roscoe. Feel that? That was me paw. Okay, we're goin' ta the secret entrance. It's a short trek east o' here. Just in case, we ain't goin' ta talk, alright? If I tap ye on yer' left foreleg, step left. If I tap yer right foreleg, step right. An' if I tap yer back, stop movin'. Okay, start walkin'. Nice an' slowly, now."
The mouse had his crossbow ready, just in case anybeast tried to jump out at them.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe took a few steps and then began panicking. "Why can't we talk? I feel like a prisoner!"
He halted first out of fear, but then a few moments later he smirked as a new idea sprouted in mind.
The weasel scuffed the ground roughly with his claws so that it left a mark.
"...I'm not foolish enough t' think this is how to get in Redwall."