There's not many places to go. But further down, it looks like there is a dip in the rocky wall.

You better do something quick; the footsteps are approaching.

I make a mew of complaint as an idea sparked I used my smoke and drifted to the area and reappered there quietly.

Just in time. The person is coming around the bend. . .

It's Sibnele. He looks panicked as he charges down the tunnel, not even noticing you. A bundle of paper is clutched in his hand.

My eyes were smokey grey as I watched him in shock and confusion.

The sound of steps gradually fade as he descends.

A rumbling noise can be heard. The tunnel mouth has slid shut.

"******..." I mumble and shift into a small lizard before slowly making my way to where Sibnele was.

You're almost to the bottom - you can hear Sibnele doing. . .something. You can't see him yet, but he's quietly muttering to himself.

I continue to make my way to where he was again.

You finally get to the bottom. It's not a place you expected to see - it's a warm, snug little study. Two oaken bookshelves stretch to the ceiling at the wall across from you, and a black fireplace is roaring in the corner. In the opposite corner, there is a large desk full of drawers. . .and Sibnele is taking a little nap, his arms crossed with his head resting on them.

What is this. . . ?

My lizard eyes took in every detail in shock and made a little lizard sigh.