As the ill-assorted party came to a halt, Old N, who had up to that moment been placidly munching on a large, luridly red mushroom he had unaccountably produced from somewhere, stopped shuffling forward and remained still in his tracks, crouching slightly as his segmented limbs would allow. Thus far, he had paid only as little attention to is surroundings as what necessary not to stumble into something, reasoning that, as the others apparently knew in which direction they should proceed, he might as well spare himself the effort of remembering it; and, if such was the case, observing whither they were proceeding was rather pointless. He had therefore focused his attention entirely upon the mushroom, whose acrid, pungent taste prevented him from lapsing into somnolence as he walked - a mighty unpleasant experience, that, as he vaguely recalled from his previous travels. Presently, however, judging by the fact that everyone had begun to speak, they had reached their destination.

Old N cast a glance at the prison's ominous silhouette, appraised, not without some satisfaction, the silence, however grim, which seemed to emanate from it, then turned his attention to what the others were saying. The knight had put forth a plan of sorts, which, as far as Old N was concerned, did not apparently involve him; nor was he mentioned in any of the following suggestions. This appeared excellent; yet, he reflected, if he were to appear as contributing something meaningful now, there would probably ensue a higher likelihood of no one bothering him later on. Thus, in order to gain some semblance of helpfulness, he spoke up. He had, however, forgotten he was still chewing a piece of fungus, and the result was a sound which could best be rendered as "grrurrrb". Having swallowed the morsel, he made a second attempt, this time rather more successful: [color=007236]"Gwryes, I remain here. That is, I distract the guards - by remaining here, and lure them out. Then [i]you[/i] can go in. Yes?"[/color] Barely coherent though his enunciation might have been, Old N trusted in its import to dissuade the others from devising any scheme which would involve him moving any further, and returned to finishing his mushroom before any notable action began.