By the time Zogi and his miscellaneous minions returned to the dungeon, Schnupfen had been sweeping for a while. His improvised broom did not work particularly well, but it kept the experience challenging enough that he wasn't too bored. Dust and debris alike gradually accumulated into small mounds that he then deposited into the questionably bottomless pit. As he tidied up, Schnupfen was pleased to have Kleine's help, albeit a little envious of her proper broom. Between the two of them, they could make pretty good progress on turning the despicable dungeon into a spick-and-span dungeon. Many hands made for light work, after all, and Schnupfen could manifest as many hands as he needed.

The shadow happened to be in a hallway near the entrance when the first few underlings trooped in. He considered requesting that they wipe their muddy feet, lest the keepers' subterranean realm be unnecessarily befouled by the outside world's grime, but it wasn't like they had a doormat or anything. It did occur to him, though, that the mooks could unknowingly disturb the dungeon in another way. As several manifested eyes went wide, he hurriedly floated over to get the newcomers attention. "Wait, wait, just one moment! I installed a number of traps while you were away. Mind the pitfall by the treasure chest, and take care not to trigger the pressure plates for the arrows or boulders overhead! We don't have any ammunition to spare." He blinked a couple times, his randomly-arranged eyes out of sync. "Or subordinates, for that matter. We need each and every one of you!" Schnupfen made a swooping motion with his fist that he hoped the peons would find encouraging.

He left them to do their own thing and resumed sweeping, idly listening to the others go about their business in the background as he continued to clean the floors. Somehow, the presence of more monsters made janitorial duty feel more valuable, as if he were not just maintaining a deathtrap, but creating an underground home for the keepers and their flunkies. The shadow's quiet, focused drudgery was not to last, however. In the middle of his task, just as he prepared to dump another load of dusty gravel into the pit, a dreadful sensation stopped him in his tracks. "HRRK!" His broom clattered to the floor a dozen eyes bulged outward, their collapse drastically accelerated, as Schnupfen seized his chest with a clawed arm. Being neurotic and paranoid, Schnupfun always possessed a high base level of anxiety about adventurer incursions on the dungeons, which kept him at least a little fidgety and fretful at all times. Now, though, that paranoia had suddenly swelled into a crushing, strangulating vision of doom. It struck him like something between a panic attack a heart attack, and its terrible weight left him paralyzed, petrified with fear as he sank to the floor.

"They're coming," he prognosticated between gasps. "They're coming! We...we have to...have to...we..." Unable to keep himself together, Schnupfen melted into the shadows, his consciousness spread thin enough throughout the dungeon's darkness that the terrible feeling slowly began to lose its sting. All throughout the dungeon, the shadows seemed to deepen and spread, wild eyes opening amidst the pitch to dart around as shaky, labored breaths could faintly be heard.