"Jack!" The old man, resting on his knees, prods the laying figure with his cloudbreaker of a staff. "Wake up boy. I've got a favour to ask from you" The room was not very well lit. The single candle reflected its light across the shed with shadows in every corner. There lay a single thatched bed made of straw beside a rickety table, probably a foot high and looked like it was going to topple. It had some unbelievable balance though. "It's time Jack" Jack grumbles and instantly rolls over towards the old man's side. His eyes remain closed as he mutters some unclear phrase. The old man ignores him.