So he rooted about the sorcerer’s study instead. Now the thing about these sorcerous dens is that they always have all kinds of secret hiding places in them. You’d never find them yourself, because they are secret. But if you were a demon in terror of your life, and sure you’re about to be murdered, there’s no end to the things you could find.
And what Tweek found was one of the sorcerer’s hidden tunnels, tucked away under a pile of moldering books. He poked his trunk into the tunnel to smell if it was safe, and finally decided that it was, at least, no more deadly than the sorcerer’s study itself.
…what Tweek found…
So Tweek pulled himself into the dark and smelly tunnel, and swiftly crawled away.
Where to go? Where to go? He’d been found out, now. And surely, when the sorcerer came back and discovered him gone, he’d send out the guards to go find Tweek and bring him back to be killed.
Tweek knew nothing of the world beyond the tunnels below the dark city. He’d lived his whole life there, and loved the tunnels because they were so cozy and safe and warm. He’d heard some of his demon fellows talking about the world above the tunnels, and that world filled him with fear.
A strange world, far beyond Tweek’s comprehending - it had no ceiling, they no roof, no roof, and the little demon could not even imagine how such a thing could be.