An impatient knock sounded at the wooden door, a voice following, “Cassius hurry up!” Ah, dear Atlas, what a joy to be around. “I’m coming.” I called out in a sing-song way. We were off to the dungeons once again; our daily ‘ritual’. Because what really was life without some adventure? … And her. I pulled the door open after quickly grabbing my beloved dagger, Skippie bouncing onto my back, leaving a nasty trail of slime across my fur. ...