[Seedful]

The question of HOW they would come out was what most concerned Oliver, but he kept his mouth shut; the slime's roiling still made him queasy so speaking seemed like a bad idea. It kept sloshing around in his gut almost like it was dancing. 

The castle's moat had traces of goo clinging to it, and Oliver could easily imagine the creatures slopping down into it to escape the cold. But where was he going to be kept? Outside with the monsters, or in a room somewhere?