Chapter 52: Drip
The plan was ill-advised, when he started thinking about it. Now, not only did his tower lay in a mess of big rocks, but the mammoths were still looking for him, and he needed to get everything back up for tomorrow.
But he's not in the mood to think about all that.
Luckily, the spot at the tower was not the only one. There was another cave, just a few levels below the ground. The spot where he can just relax.
Sighing with relief, he sat down in the corner. Eagerly he waited, be it for minutes or hours.
Waiting for that one tiny drop of water to drip off the stalactite.
