What is ‘home’ to you? Where do you go when the adventure is done, and who is there with you? Are you a surface-dweller, or have you adapted completely to the dungeons? Trotting through the dungeon, trotting trotting trotting... it's endless here. I yawn, realizing I'm weary and beginning to scan the area. Not too many safe spots in this area, but... I scan behind me, remembering the path I took deeper down here. Perhaps I should turn back for now. Find a ...