• You stumble upon a fellow adventurer who is hopelessly lost on this level of the dungeon. Will you help them? *Can* you help them?

The fluffy pale puck swore his sister was right beside him. They always traveled together as it was, so to not hear Angora's jabbering was... odd. The two were born to the dungeon. Parentless as young foals, they had to figure out the inner workings and cycle of the dungeon on their own. Lucky the two of them were cunning and they quickly learned of the dungeons punishing tricks and rewarding treats.

Rex and his sibling began exploring parts of the flora filled caverns that were a mystery to them, and thats how Angora somehow got... misplaced. Dipping in and out of corridors and sticking their noses in olaces they shouldn't as they looked for treasure, unfortunately let to Rex being alone. He huffed as he looked around him, trying to figure out the last time he saw her.

"Angora!"

The puck shouted, listening carefully for a response. But he heard nothing.

With a groan he started to back track, peeking around corridors and ducking into the past rooms.

"ANGORA!"

Rex shouted once more.

After some more backtracking he ended up in a previous bat-filled cavern, and he swore he heard the sound of clicking hooves against the rock. Picking up his pace, he turned a corner around a giant stalagmite and stopped immediately. There she was. Angora just standing there, smiling, covered in bats and speaking to the ones resting along her spine.

"What are you doing...."

"Obviously, I'm talking to my new friends since YOU ran off without me!"

Rex rolled his eyes at her response and motioned for her to follow.

"PLEASE, just stay closer."

Angora happily trotted up to him, sticking out her tongue in defiance. Rex copied her response, before leading the two out of the cave, resuming the adventure they had started on that morning.