It had been a few hours since Beau had his rather frustrating encounter with the two mares he was now forced to travel with, their rumps leading him onward. He had been sent down here to check on a rumor regarding a rather odd looking courser who had been spotted walking into a nearby entrance. Charm and Taffy, two dungeon born coursers with rather colorful coats, had thoughtfully informed Beau that his guild had no authority here and that they ruled this particular stretch of tunn...