They'd only been down here a short time when they found themselves hopelessly lost. As much as Benegar had argued that the skills and training of a knight were perfectly applicable to the dealings of dungeoning and adventuring, evidence was proving otherwise. Ailith, in her stewardship impatience, blamed Benegar's inability to understand basic direction in the passages and tunnels. With a flick of his dark tail and a careful glance over his shoulder he dismissed these, in his opinion, false a...

"Just admit you're lost," Ailith sighed, her head rolling back so that her chestnut mane spilled across her withers. She looks towards her dappled teacher who studied the root patterns with a patience she would never have. "I'm not lost, I simply need to get my barings." Benegar retorted, not even looking at her. Her tail flicked, the braids woven along the dock of her tail losening already. They hadn't been at this more than an hour after waking up from their small camp they'd made do...

"This is a good place to make camp." Benegar threw down his bedroll, standing tall and proud in a small alcove off the main passages. It was large enough for himself and his squire to easily fit comfortably, while not having to be concerned with corners shrouded in shadow. The dirt floors were cool, but the ceilings were high and open into a mess of roots that intersected through a deep seam. Their shadows cast upon one another was haunting, if you were spooked by that sort of thing. Benegar ...