A guest he could have done without - ROLEPLAY

Cinabre made his way through the jungle ferns. His mektoub followed him, but seemed nervous, unused to this environment, which was quite similar to that of his native forest.

After several hours on the run, the Matis arrived at the clearing recommended to him. Behind him stood the massive, withered Stump. A little further on, to his right, was the camp of the sinister Black Circle. But what interested him most of all was this moss-covered expanse of bark.
He took off his heavy kostomyx to put on a softer outfit, and put down his club, taking his pick from his mektoub sticks.

The moss blistered, the bark appeared, streaked with amber veins. All that's left to do now is to extract the raw material with a pickaxe.
Among the mossy debris was a thorn. A simple movement to free a new vein of amber and pic!

" Lao'doun, ki'doun, lao'doun, ki'doun " These words came back like a refrain. But at this hour, we liked to listen to another melody!
With a candle in hand, the old servant Matis made his way to the landing. It was definitely coming from Cinabre's room. He hesitated for a moment, but figuring he needed a good night's sleep, he finally knocked on the door.
" KI'DOUN !" Someone shouted from behind
Then silence. No, almost. A rustle of sheets, footsteps coming closer. The three panels of the door slid open stealthily. Cinabre, looking dazed, rubbed one eye and glared at the servant with the other.
In a pasty voice that was nothing like the one that recited this "lao'doun ki'doun", he asked:
- What's up?
- You're keeping me awake, ser. It seems you talk in your sleep."replied the old man, forgetting all about protocol at the same time.
However, Cinabre didn't seem to be in any state to take note of this discrepancy. He stared at the opposite wall, visibly troubled. As he seemed totally immersed in thought, the servant turned on his heel. As he lay back down, he wondered whether it would be wise to change the House...