He got stirred by the commotion downstairs, send his senses out and decided it wasn't time to get up yet. Still so many hours to go before breakfast would be served. He knew that Nathan would be perfectly able to handle the situation. The thing he was facing might be creepy to look at, but it had just as much magic as a turtle on discworld. Which was basically nothing. Nanny Ogg would make stew out of the creature by using one of her favourite recipes. No, once the real beasts would come to play, he just might consider to get up and play his part in defending the tavern and its patrons.<br/><br/>He reached for his cloak, tapping the many pockets it had, before finding the book he was after. 'An understudy in arcane and dark magic' written by someone anonymous. It was a collection of spells and casts, and the section he looked up was the one about necromancers. A very nasty bunch they were, never to be trusted. The pretended to be hard to get to, but with his book he knew a few tricks. Now to put them in use, something he'd never done before, so he wasn't exactly sure if it would work or not. But that was for later times, first it was time to read the chapter again and then go back to sleep. Why did that clock tick so damn slow here.