"Gege!"
The mimic stood by the attic's wooden railings, offering moral support as Adam carefully crawled across the wooden beams.
Adam suddenly froze in his movements. He then slowly turned around and glared at the stupid mimic through his dark, hollow eyes.
He brought a finger to his lips and silently mouthed the words:
"Shut the hell up!"
The mimic grew visibly upset. It turned around and shuffled to the wall, where it sulked in depression. "Gege…"
Adam suddenly had the urge to cast a Fireball at the idiot. He turned back around and continued to crawl across the beam. A leather bag was fastened securely to his back, carrying a medicinal liquid he had recently concocted.
It wasn't so much medicinal as it was irritating. Still, what he intended to do with it was crucial to his plan for marauding the vault.
