When you find something odd in the Dungeon, you either pay it no mind or you talk yourself into believing it's ripe for the taking. Icarus came to this very conclusion left to his own devices. Their party found themselves in a portion of ruins separated into a myriad of rooms, with a maze-like hallway connecting them each to one main path, and various other paths leading between the rooms themselves. One of these rooms led into a pocket of a room, far smaller than the one before it, with enough room for a table that has long since scorched down into petrification, piles of ash and soot, and a lone brazier tucked into the corner. Icarus noted its equally dilapidated condition mindlessly. What truly caught his attention, however, was the moment he leaned down to inspect it, the cool air emanating off the space it inhabited.

So he found something odd in the Dungeon; his own mini, portable ice block of coolness. Nevermind the flames he would not admit to being too nervous to touch a hoof or nose to - gods forbid something this cold in the furnace depths would give him frostbite were he not careful! It would fetch curious eyes back on the surface, and they could split a decent price for it to a scholarly Courser. After all, Icarus reasoned with himself as it lugged it back to the party, they were nearing the endpoint they mapped, and if this thing was cursed to spew an icy fire forever, then what better time was there to bring it with them?

Except... Well. You see. The oddest thing about the brazier was as soon as Icarus set it back down again, looking about for Dio and Archie, he noticed the flames moving. Not a flickering back-and-forth dance. The brazier's fire appeared to suck into itself in the shape of a ball, still wisp and flickery at the top, and then it pop-crackled-blinked two coal eyes up at him. It flinched and catapaulted itself out of the brazier, the little monster shooting across the floor in a flurry of sparks as Icarus reared back and shrieked,

"DIOOOOO!"