The next room then entered had a large circle drawn in with strange symbols, the only recognizable one was a depiction of a courser in the middle of the circle. There was a strange metallic smell in the air, which had all of their noses twitching.

"What on earth is this?" Onir asked, he stopped at the edge of the circle and did not go any farther.

"I'm not sure," Everard admitted, "But I don't like the feel of this place."

Hassir was quietly looking things over, then he shook his head.

"Whatever it is, it doesn't really concern us," Hassir decided, "Such things are best left alone."

Everard preferred going through the dungeons at a brisk and steady pace so he was not at all surprised that his cousin Hassir shared the same aesthetic.

Onir though was still carefully circling the engraving and taking a look at each segment.

The two older coursers exchanged a look and wisely held their tongues on the matter of leaving.

"Happy wife, happy life," Everard quipped and the two of them chuckled.