Muste's eyes lighted up at the invigorating wave of energy that enveloped him after he partook of his kin's favored food, and felt his magical powers increase by the core of the dungeon's expansion. Now, he could pursue his calling as an architect of the abyss, and designer in the dark, as possibilities for the dungeon's development raced across his mind. Even Salbjörg's wobbling and near-falling after rescue did not cause him to falter. There was a lot to do, and not enough time to do it all before more adventurers will come, now better prepared, and with vengeance.

Schnupfen brought up the illusory walls, which proved ineffective due to them needing to pass through them to confront the invader, in turn exposing them. However, even if they didn't, the small room would have quickly been searched anyway.
"We need to relocate the illusory walls to side passages," he spoke to the group. "And make ambush rooms from which we can strike as well as refuge to make our separate nests. I dislike shared working spaces. We need the kobold to begin expanding at once, and-" he stopped in his words as he realized a familiar voice spoke, and turned in surprise to see Zogi.

Muste did not recognize the goblin to be the same one that was resurrected. Indeed, he thought the goblin was a resource of the dungeon, given to them by the core for any menial labor or miscellaneous tasks they might need to perform. The question of the disappearing Shard of Authority already passed his mind as he addressed the goblin. 
"Very good, Zogi. We need employees who show initiative. You can start by digging in this direction. I have a blueprint of how to-Oh." He checked through his pockets, and realized he had no scrolls or paper to write into. This was a problem: if he were to properly manage the dungeon alongside his fellow coworkers, he'd need documentation.

"I will go check the entrance, and see the world outside the dungeon," he informed the others, and walked down the linear series of chambers to the mouth of the cave the dungeon was located in, tucking his facial tentacles in his coat: he assumed he could fool humans at a distance into thinking he was a fellow traveler. If there was a road nearby, he would make sure to stick to the shadows and stay hidden. However, aside from surveying the landscape and seeing if there's any nearby signs of civilization, he would check for any nearby trees or even grass, and collect a pile of it. Then, he would transform the components into scrolls of papyrus with his magic. If there was a small bird or rabbit, he would mind blast it and eat it's brains, as well as collect a feather or piece of thin bone to use as a writing implement: if not, he would finger paint (or rather tentacle paint in his case) the dungeon blueprint he had planned with his ink into the scrolls, then hand them out telekinetically after returning.