What Comes Next (RP)

Roald gets back into bed, but can't find the right position. After half an hour of twisting and turning he opens his eyes and stares at the window. The faint moonlight shining through the trees casts shadows on the window.
what is that....
For a moment he hesitates to wake up his companions in the room no... They need their rest
He crawls out of the bed and opens the window to take a good look at the balcony.

Albert chuckles at yet another one of Wayne's jokes and whispers back to go along with it. "Haha, yeah! And those small piles of dirt I saw outside must be where they buried the remains!" He gives him a wink as if to say 'It will take more than that to fool me!'.

"Well, I should probably head to bed myself." He says after finishing his drink.

Albert is left a bit confused after Wayne doesn't go along with his mentioning of bodies. He was pretty sure they were just joking around. Maybe he misread the situation? With a bit of guilt he heads to his room. Looks like one room has Roald and Daryl, the other Humphrey and Theo. He decides to join Theo's room and tries his best not to disturb them when he lays down for the night.

Just before drifting off, he looks up at the window again. It's closed. The room smells a bit sweaty, but maybe it's best to heed the warning, even if it was just a joke. You never know.

It doesn't take him long to fall asleep.

"huh???" Roald looks out of the window and sees... nothing. There is no balcony on the other side of the wall. Confused he stares outside for a moment when a soft shout makes him turn around instantly.
"DARYL!" Roald almost shouts from being startled. Both mist and moonlight coming in through the window give the room an eerie sight.

Why does this always happen to me? Albert thinks after waking up in the middle of the night. Having to get up at night to empty his bladder had been becoming more and more frequent. I must be getting old. Goes through his mind, remembering how his father used to have the same issue. Grumbling quietly, he gets up and puts on enough clothing to head to the outhouse.

As he walks along the corridor of the inn he seems to hear some stumbling noises coming from Roald and Daryl's room. Hmm... Must be having trouble sleeping too. I'd feel a bit safer going to the outhouse with someone else. With no ill intentions, Albert decides to have a quick listen at the door, just to see if one of his companions would be joining him.

Not seeing what Daryl is struggling with Roald suspects the mist being an evil force entering the room. He quickly slams the window shut."DARYL! WAKE UP"

He launches himself towards the bed to save his friend from the mist. Roald grabs a hold of Daryl's leg and starts pulling. Only then he sees the rodent-like animal on Daryl's chest. It is too big to be a squirl or a rat, has a lot of fur and it's claws reflect the moonlight as it lashes out at Daryl's face. Daryl tries to push the critter away and simultaniously protect his head.

Roald lets go of Daryl's leg and takes his own blanket. He jumps on top of the animal trying to catch the thing with his blanket.

Albert hears a loud bang, followed by the rattling of a window and multiple shouts from Roald. Something is definitely wrong here! He pulls at the door in a hurry to see what's going on inside. A waterfall of mist quickly billows out around his ankles. "What the?" Then he spots what's happening with his friends. A shadowy shape is attacking Roald. At first he thinks it's a badger or raccoon, but no, this is not something natural.

Why didn't he bring his staff with him? It's only one room away, but seconds can be ages in Roald's situation. Is this thing undead? He has no idea, but calling upon Raynor is the most powerful thing he can think of right now. Unable to figure out anything better, he unbuckles his belt to use it as a whip against the thing.

With a booming voice that he hopes will cause the creature to recoil, he lashes out with the belt at it. "In Raynor's name BE GONE evil creature!"

"What's going on? Are you guys alright?" So many questions to be asked but first things first. He walks into the room, still weary about the mist, to check on his friends.

Roald touches his face.

''this is not right Albert. It's still numb and feels cold.''
He then switches his attention to the mist.
'' and this damned mist doesn't make it any warmer''

He takes a good look at the crack in the window where the mist still flows through. He rips a piece of his blanket and stuffs it in the crack.

'' Let's check on the others.''

"This fog came from outside? It doesn't seem to be going away." Albert kicks the fog, trying to disperse it.

When Roald mentions the other room, he says "You go check, let me what's going on with Daryl."
Albert takes the candle to get a better look at Daryl's face. Maybe he can see a scratch or bruise in the candle light.