Dalma is once again out for adventure, this time though with a mercenary. Terrance, Dalma believes his name was.. not the most chatty bloke but hey ho as long as he was good at his job. Aka, protecting them. 
"are we nearly there yet?"

Dalma whined to Terrance for the uptmost time. They were an extremely impatient horse honestly and just couldn't wait to explore the strange area their friend Ghost had come across before.. He had described it as a strange carving in the floor, many odd symbols surrounding them.. Of coarse, as a historian Dalma could not possibly ignore this adventure. 

"Nearly there, nearly there.. hold your horseshoes.." 

Dalma huffed out at the male, trotting a little further and peeking over at the crudely drawn map Terrance was holding.. Though, they paused at the strange scent of copper. Thick and heavy in the air.. They.. should of probosbly not come here..