**Birthday Party in the Barrow** (May, 2005)

[Formendacil]

His sneaky mischief done, and with only minor throwing of food, Formendacil retired with a guilty smile to the kitchen.

He was more or less out of things to do, people to see. He decided to round up his things, and move them all to the hall, so as to facilitate departure when the time came. After all, the Barrow was one of the last places where one would want to be leaving things one might need, and was certainly not a place to overstay one's welcome.

Unfortunately, the corridor towards the broom closet where his suit and cloak remained hidden was blocked off, so he had to descend down a different passage in hopes of finding a cross-passage back to the first.

This was, he noted guiltily, rather fun, sneaking around the Barrow...