<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/001/431/221/4e7.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><b><u>Ran Archet, who rolled a Crit Fail on Exploration</u></b></a><br/><br/>The small, iridescent slime was, at first, keeping track of where he was.  But eventually, as he slid and hopped around the halls, lost himself in the architecture.  Or the bodies of the witches he passed by.  Despite effectively not having a reproductive system, he couldn't help but enjoy their looks.  The fact they were complimenting him- even if it was on his slime form, was enough to make the small, 2' slime blush.  He didn't even have a blood flow, but the body reacted to his state of mind.  It looks like what Anktor said wasn't wrong- Ectoplasts must be well liked if witches would even make quiet passes at them.<br/><br/>However, with a new issue of his appetite getting stimulated slightly, he decided he should find a quiet place to relax for a bit.  Seeing a rather nice looking wooden door, he entered it, not reading the sign out front.  Regardless, he entered and was surprised by a veritable fantasy fan's wet dream.  Suits of armor, various weaponry, and even descriptions of them.  However, not being able to read them when he was only 2 feet round, he figured it was alright to take his human form, even forming clothes for his short moment of looking around just in case someone were to enter so he could actually look at the plaques.<br/><br/>He began to suspect something wrong as, while he was looking around, he noticed all of them had something to do with someone named "Jareau."  It was a familiar name, but he wasn't sure why he recognized it.  After he was sufficiently satisfied with the small look around, finding it all pretty cool, he moves to the door.  As he reaches to touch the door knob, the force field stopped his hands and a sign appeared. At the first reading, he didn't react too much.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="https://gfycat.com/affectionatecheerfulfoal" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Then he read it again.  And again, to make sure.</a>He froze in place, 'sweating' lightly as he stepped back.  That's right, "Head Mistress", "Jareau".  This was a personal room of the Headmistress Jareau.  And he just barged right in without thinking.  He could feel the same sinking feeling as when he got in trouble as a Human, that he was now in deep shit... That was, unless he could hide or slip away!  He immediately started looking around for some place to hide, a nook or cranny where he could shift back and squeeze into.  He just needed to get out the door, he figured, then it would be no problem.  So, finding a small, tight space near the door, he returned to slime form, squeezed in, cloaked his color to a similar brown as the architecture to not be quite as easily noticed, and waited.<br/><br/>Of course, in his panicked state of mind, it didn't register that if the Head Mistress can find his luggage if it were stolen so easily, finding him would probably be no problem.