Doom. Doom had come to Summer's Hallow. What kind of doom you ask? The kind of doom not seen since the evil Mallak walked the lands...it's name? Grume, the squirrel of Doom.

Grume had one simple purpose in coming to Summer Hallow...to find his Golden Nut, his sacred acron, stolen from his humble abode by some vile thief! His tail bristled and the thought as he made his way towards the town square, ignoring the revelry surrounding him. He had heard rumors that a festival was going in here, and figured the thief would no doubt make his way here to celebrate his ill-gotten gains.

Still, Grume made little headway in finding his sacred acorn. No, these tall citizens continued to task Grume with all sorts of minor jobs, none of which he could see related to the finding of his sacred but! So what if some actress vanished on stage? Or a slew of actors went mad? But, if it would make these fools breathe easier...perhaps he would be lucky, and find the thief amongst those he slew. Yes...his fury grew and grew as the tasked piled on, with no sign of his sacred Golden Nut...but, the town folks were all in an uproar about this...Melicious Miscreant...perhaps they were the thief! Yes, Grume decided. It would take a thief well skilled in the dark arts to steal the Golden Acorn. Grume knew what he had to do...

He would crush this Miscreant under his furry paws of fury, and anyone else who stood in his way...