The clipping of 2 sets of hooves echoed throughout the depths, as Phoebe and L'or made their way through dreich hallway upon hallway. "What do you think the weather's like up there?" L'or quizzed the exhausted Phoebe, who had now put up with the Puck's ungovernable thoughts that were asked out loud, instead of in his own head. "I do not know, but I do know that we must continue forth with our feat." The Courser turned her head to the other, trying to maintain her sanity as she...