Instantly, Antonius was once more uncomfortable. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Err.. err..," he stuttered, trying to think of something intimidating to say, but failing miserably. This is going to be a piece of cake, Shade thought.
"So," he began, pacing back and forth. "Where are the other monks? And what have you been using this passageway for?" The Albie noted that Tiffany seemed to have drawn back into herself once more, and sat watching him silently.
"N-nothing," Antonius said, glancing worriedly at the Garudors. He still held his knife, but his fingers seemed rather limp, and Shade seriously doubted that he would actually be able to use it. "We come out to pick berries," he said, but it was so obviously a lie, that even Tiffany could not suppress a snort of disbelief.