Bumble descended into the cellar behind the rest of her team, messing with the contents of her bag as she walked. She withdrew the parchment, charcoal and her sturdy glasses case, the former was for mapping the mimic out, the latter for protecting the glasses she no longer would require.

The dungeon was beautiful, large stone bricks tiled the wall the left and right, lightly covered moss and dust, and something sticky too. The matching stone flags beneath her feet looked like they'd been laid down centuries ago, despite the mimic only appearing recently. For some reason Bumble expected fleshy, or atleast ice caverny, she guessed she underestimated a mimics power. A distant light source illuminated 3 noisy figures, their footsteps and voices carried well up the corridor, reminding Bumble her footsteps must be doing the same. She pulled off the heavy snow boots and tossed them up into the light of the tavern, she could retrieve them later, and her foot wraps would suffice on these hard floors. She joined back up with the rest of the team, counting her paces from the entrance and marking the parchment accordingly.

She reached the end of the corridor and faced the gap ridden wall. Peeping through it was obvious that the corridor continued but it wasn't obvious how to get through. Unless you were a rat, they could squeeze through when they fancied. 

[quote]"Got a plan?"[/quote]

Bumble could chisel away enough of the stone bricks we could all fit through, but that would take much too long and destroy all her axes. She couldn't think what the big guy could do either. Maybe Alice had a spell to blow open the wall.

"Chair conjurer, do you think you could summon a chaise longue between one of the centre gaps in the wall? The rapidly expanding furniture might blast enough bricks out of the way we can squeeze through ourselves."