The whispers begin to grow louder. You duck into the shadows besides a tall stack of crates. You watch as the dim light creeps across the wall towards your hiding place. You are able to make out the voices. A deep voice speaks, followed by a shrill, rough voice.
"I hate tunnel duty."
"I think Big Johnny just gives it out as punishment. He seemed mad at us after last week."
"Us? You're the one who tried to mug a damn Royal Guard!"
"You didn't stop me!"
"Idiot."
A muscled guinea pig and a scarred naked mole rat walk past, carrying a weak flashlight. The guinea pig speaks
"I need to let off the steam. Let's beat up the next rodent we see."
"Hell yeah. I love needless cruelty."
They don't see you.