Michael immediately signaled Fudge to move in closer to the ailing adventurer.
An unsuspecting shadow slithered through the ground without arousing 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…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 any treasure in the tomb!"
The adventurers got too caught up in their squabble, which allowed Fudge to inhabit the shadow of the fallen man.
"How is it?" Michael asked Fudge.
A small bit of the slime's head peeked back up from Michael's shadow, shaking its head.
"He's gone, Master."