A sudden flurry of chaotic Mental Power ripples rose in the distance, accompanied by cries and screams of varying lengths.
Ruger instantly stiffened and looked that way, but soon relaxed again. Serious Mouse was still calmly tending the mushrooms.
Just as he thought that, the plump white rat suddenly quickened its movements. Then, without paying Ruger any attention, it tucked its shovel back into its apron pocket, turned its chubby body, and walked away.
Holding the Weighty Book, Ruger raised an eyebrow and followed Serious Mouse.
They soon reached their usual gathering spot. Wooden poles and large pieces of cloth sewn together enclosed the area. Serious Mouse lifted a flap at the edge and slipped inside.
Ruger paused and blinked. He remembered this cloth. Some of it he had bought over time in various places, while Aisijin had taken the initiative to buy the rest on Kurt's Island. A line of words soon caught his eye.
He recognized Rabbit Tuzel's handwriting at once, written in large letters across a strip of cloth.
The Cavern World's finest Dragonborn Kobold bard, Lady Aisijin, who performs for tens of thousands of spectators year-round, takes you into the adventures of the Night Knight. Night falls, and justice tears open chests.
Ruger's eyes widened, and he understood what the cloth was for.
The Bedroom Space remained in a perpetual state that was not particularly bright, but never dark either. The cloth served as scenery, blocking out its light to create something like a huge tent and produce an artificial night.
Ruger found the spot where Serious Mouse had entered, lifted the corner of the cloth, and squeezed inside too.
No wonder that fat rat had been so eager just now.
As soon as he entered, Ruger sensed a jumble of Mental Power ripples. None were