Muste had taken his time observing the filthy wrinkleskins, but unfortunately there was little he could glean from their primitive society other than the apparent leader his fellow disguised employee was speaking with. Maybe it was the outside air, or the lack of mana to infuse his sorcerous being with, but he was starting to feel tired. However, he did happen to see seven young invaders heading out towards the dungeon. While he kept a calm expression, the tips of his moustache subtly twitched; he had to return. He sighed as some familiar rats scurried up to him, and turned to leave for the woods, seemingly ignoring them. However, as he gained enough distance towards the woodland to hide his presence, he took his hat, and lowered it the ground, crouching down to offer the rats a ride inside the concave fabric and in any pockets.

Once the rats were onboard or back to the camp, Muste started to stalk the children, making sure to keep himself out of sight, even losing them at a couple of points to ensure he stayed undetected: he already knew their destination, so he managed to keep up. Once they entered the dungeon, he took a moment to wait, and then slowly stepped after, holding his book open and ready to ambush them the moment he heard sounds of battle. Of course, his disguise would be broken the moment he cast a spell or used his psionic blast, so he would wait until the last moment to maximize the surprise factor. After all, in a straight up fight he would be as sturdy as a squid on land: that is, not very sturdy at all. On the way, he could feel the surprisingly developed minds of the Chordata phylum thanks to their proximity, and subtly attempted forming a psionic network with their minds with his telepathic powers. After all, if the rats could form a proper hive mind, they would be substantially more dangerous, and thus useful.