Tommy Foxe in rat form, scurried into the shadows of the tent where Gaunt was carefully negotiating a treaty. He just as quickly found himself on the other side of the tent, emerging from a shadow in the tent.
Tommy lifted his head and looked around, sniffing the air. He entered the shadows again and again, heading around in circles. This is weird, he thought to himself.
Finding himself continually at a dead end, Tommy decided perhaps it was best he investigate something else.
Gaunt briefly turned away from the negotiations. "Is there a problem?" The bearded man asked.
"No, something briefly tripped my shadow maze. Don't worry, we'll not be disturbed. Continue. . ."
