The next morning he awoke to the soft morning sun on his face feeling better rested than he had in months, and realized with a start, that he had overslept. He snuck back to the castle as quickly as he could to find it in an uproar. He could hear people rushing about and shouting from above as he climbed the stairs from the crypts. Three knights were arguing over who should go down to check the Crypts when he startled them from behind.
One let out a scream and fell back and the other jumped about a foot and went ashen. The torch he dropped to the floor went out leaving behind a trail of smoke. Bret just smiled like this was the best prank ever.
"Am I really that terrifying?" he asked.
"Where is your torch?" The screamer asked, "The wall sconces weren't lit." he added with suspicion.
"I've lived here for 19 years, I don't need a light to find my way around, Besides if I'd left the wall sconces burning it would be a waste of oil."
