Neverwinter Forest A bad penny always turns up.

She watched the events unfold before her—listened to the screeching, the further splintering of the log as the intruder forced himself in, and then finally silence. Simmik stepped back and took a seat, waiting for the guy to extricate himself from the log and meet his consequences. Now that the weasel was dead and not screeching in her ear, she could properly deal with things.

Only, he didn't pull himself out. She stretched her neck to peer over the edge of the decaying trunk, realizing then that he was stuck inside. She released a small snort of amusement at his predicament. She could help him out, but nah. Besides, this seemed like the perfect time to call for @Mal, so she tilted her head back and called for him. Then she let her gaze fall back to the intruder, rolling her eyes at the way his tail wagged even now when he was stuck and in trouble. Did he not realize what he had done?