It had taken Cottontail a whole month before he went back into the dungeon. He was a little depressed and still disappointed in his last trip. It had just been a little trinket that he dropped into the lava, but it had affected him deeply. He was not a hoarder, but he just got so terribly attached to everything. He had nightmares of dropping his whole pack in the lava and worse - of tripping and falling into it himself. ...

Cottontail had spent the last year gaining confidence. He still did not like being in the dungeon, but the loot was just so worth it. He hoarded it, his lodgings in the overworld were slowly being filled by trinkets and 'shinies' that he just could not pass up. He now had some trophies too from successful fights, reminding him that even though everything was a bit terrifying, he could still manage it....

Cottontail had been in the dungeon for far too long.After his last rather disastrous attempt, he had felt completely humiliated.  Nobody would let him life down that the only time he ever tried a dive, he had turned tail at the first hurdle. It hurt, and it hurt enough for him to grind his teeth and...

Cottontail was entirely unsure of all this… adventuring business. He prided himself in keeping clean, happy and over all; four limbed. He feared the idea of all the dark and scaries down in the dungeon, but he just could not help the part of him that… yearned.There was no way he was going to brave the depths unaccompanied, and absolutely no way was he going to go near spiders, ...