Today was another, but not so frequent, ritual of summoning another ghoul from the pit. In the evening twilight, when the shadows merged with the dark sky, {username} stood in the center of an ancient garden surrounded by huge trees with faded, distorted silhouettes. There was the sound of muffled footsteps nearby, and at that moment Mountain, one of the mysterious but rather good—natured musicians of the band, approached them. His face was hidden by a mask, and his eyes shone with a mysterious fire. He approached you as if he had an easily discernible understanding that the new ghoul needed some guidance.

The Mountain's gaze slowly swept over you. Were you rather untidy, tense and... thin? You are a semi-young ghoul in a garden that is actually occupied only by the Mountain. But how did you end up here? The draft room was far enough away if you look at the Ministry's plan. Did you run all the way from one end of the Ministry to the other unnoticed by others?

Quite an interesting event for the Mountain. Especially when all the newcomers were under serious surveillance.

"Hey.. it's all good. How long have you been sitting here? Didn't the Papa Emeritus leave someone with you?"