We knew going into this meant we’d have to battle the unknown in the darkness.   I had somehow convinced Cleo to come with me, and Baron by promising to buy him dinner afterwards. I just hope we succeed in. . finding the leftover loot. Apparently the last group didn’t get to finish scrounging around before something. . spooked the hell out of them. It’s unfortunate for them. . promising for us. ...

This group was. . still newly established. It hadn’t been long since Baron had miraculously stumbled upon the older mare Cleo, she was a prissy little equine- somewhat stuck up. Despite that, Cleo was a pleasure to be around when the group wasn’t coursing through dungeons for loot and coins. In her older age came better choices when she was paying attention.    Baron on the other hand was a newbie, but a ...

”What now?” Barons tone is anything but kind, squinted eyes shooting a look to Cleo. ”Oh Baron, why do you always turn the blame onto me?” Cleo is anything but impressed at the near instant finger being pointed. Though a casual brush of the shoulder causes Baron to look even more infuriated.  ”There’s a boulder.”...

”You’re saying this is the way?” Baron questions the citrus colored equine, a simple brow rising in the direction of the older missus. His sense of direction was horrible, but despite that he led the duo into the dungeons' darkest corners. It hadn’t been long since the two had met in another dungeon they were apparently coursing alone- but stumbled into one another. The two had nothi...