Sneako the Catman hid himself in shadows, hugging near the columns of the abandoned mine.
Not quite abandoned, actually. A pair of men, bandits more than likely, sat beside a fire near the door leading futher down the shaft. Their shadows jerked wildly in the light of the flame. Tapping their bottles of Redbramble Mead together, they shouted at one another in a way they wouldn’t have if they suspected the danger hidden in the gloom.