Entertainment.
Thirteen letters and many forms it can be manifested with. Unfortunately for Thesilly, the dark haired girl who marched outside of the eleventh cabin of the courtyard, there was no form at all to be found. Which was just as well because moments later, an aroma which is best left a mystery came from the door of her dear cabin. Thesilly coughed and fell to her knees, curling up into a ball and covering her nose. No more... Just no more... This is not fun. Fun it is not. Erlack! Erlack! Erlack a bloody pongoes. Ew, why do I have to live in that cabin? Why am I sane enough to understand that they are all nutso!?
Thesilly twitched before laying still. Which must have been a bad idea because if you didn't know any better, you would have thought she were dead.