Vairn’s nostrils flared as his hooves struck down on flatter ground, and he felt the muscles in his withers unwinding. Sometimes, the biggest threat to face an adventuring party in the dungeons was the layout itself, as for the last hour the four of them had been descending a steep corridor slick with water.    Zai-zen, of course, was fine. Even though he assured the other three that he was having great difficulty, as the mossy floor of the caverns was very different to his ...

“Come-come, it is this way.”    The cavedweller trotted ahead of the rest of the party, stopping every few moments to dance impatiently in place while the surface-walkers caught up. Vairn walked near the back, beside the nearly-blind mare who had insisted on accompanying Vairn to the dungeons alongside a skinny, nervous stallion.    Said stallion skittered a few paces ahead, his hooves like pendulums on the end of his bony legs. His face and flanks were mot...