It was terrifiying, how Marron was getting used to life among mimics. As long as she stuck to the shadows and kept her head down, she managed.
She found out that meetings with the Captain were rare, and only happened when there were announcements.
"Don't worry, Topsider. Life simple here. You get used to it. Captain will call when need."
Marron asked about any work needed deep in the dungeon, and was met with laughter. "It too dangerous if you no fight. Might run into adventurers."
Now to Marron, that sounded like a great idea.
Hopefully I can meet up with an adventurer and convince them I'm not a mimic.
Getting a new lead gave Marron hope, and in bleak circumstances like this, it was very welcome. In truth, she thought she was insanely lucky. The mimics weren't aggressive as long as they thought she was one of them.
But she knew she was living on borrowed time. Sooner or later, if she wasn't careful, they would ask why she never glitched.
