Casper did not like the dungeons. Not one bit at all. He only came down here to collect moss from in between some of the rocks in the walls in the older, less populated areas of the castle. Casper's supply of green paint was running out already and he had to start making his own. Again.
As Casper pulled chunks of moss and mildew from the walls and put them in his pockets, he couldn't help but think that if his mother could see him with grit under his nails and fungus in his robes, maybe she would finally agree to send him his supplies. |