After kirito had saved the little creature, a cloaked figure engulfed in flames had appeared before him, its face indistinguishable under its smoldering hood. It held out a blistering hand as if it wanted something.”give me gold for the trip” It spoke with a husky voice. The black courser rolled his eyes and handed him over some gold, and then the creature nodded and started to wander off. “Why is it that all of you are taking my gold!” he yelled over the lava pool, as now this was the second time this trip that he had to give up his gold. He picked up a rock with his spectral hand, and threw it into the lava. It splashed up into a pool as kirito then turned around and headed back to the surface. First it was the heated lava and glowing red rocks that was surrounding him, to the wet damp caverns of the overgrown dungeon, before he finally made it back to the surface to go and relax.