Michael immediately signaled Fudge to move in closer to the ailing adventurer.
An unsuspecting shadow slithered along the ground without getting noticed by anyone and raising any suspicion, which was easy because everyone's attention was on the adventurer lying helplessly on the grass.
"Woah, what happened to him?"
"Another impatient bastard bites the dust…" someone muttered. "That's why I said we shouldn't go in before the Knights arrive."
"Are you kidding? By the time they arrive, they'll have scooped up every treasure in the tomb!"
While the adventurers were too caught up in their squabble, Fudge slipped into the wounded man's shadow.
"How is it?" Michael asked.
A small blob of the slime peeked up from Michael's own shadow and shook its head.
"He's gone, Master."
