"Price of Glory. Folley of Pride," Daniel spoke up again, without missing a beat in his mutterings. He stopped tapping his pistol, and he finally pulled what he was looking for out of his jacket. Something black, something that was probably a rodent of some kind, though it had been charred to the point of being unrecognizable, though Rat or Squirrel was a good guess. He still was muttering as his hand snapped a bone within the creature, drawing it up towards him. The rations, whatever was put out for him, if anyone did, was ignored. He always ignored the rations for some reason, leaving them for whoever needed, or was desperate enough, to take a second helping. He started gnawing away at the creature, eating it guts and all, snapping and gnashing the whole time, the only thing that broke his ramblings being his feasting.<br/><br/>He finished the animal quickly, nothing was left, no bones, skin, organs. He pushed himself up onto his feet, shaking the whole way. His mutterings turned loud again, "The Eyes see the False Prophet. The rain comes, no hiding, no hiding. Must rip down," he started muttering again, his trigger finger was twitching, his right hand drew up close to his chest, his arm tight against his body. He was starting to pace back and forth, covering a rough five foot path along the wall. His eyes kept looking up the stairs, where Ghost had taken the meal.