"I told you that was the wrong door!" "I was going off my map!" "A map that was incomplete." The party of four argued as they left that part of the dungeon. Their attempt at a quest hadn't went so well it seemed. They weren't too happy about it either. Two of the coursers stuck close to one another's sides, a blue roan and a solid grey who seemed quite close if the way the grey nuzzled into the roan was to go by. "I'm not happy about it either, Foxglove, but...