Bats. Of course there were bats. Why wouldn't there be? This was a cave, after all, one close enough to the surface to allow an easy passage out for nighttime hunting, but still far enough down to provide shelter and respite from the searing rays of the sun. So, yeah, duh, there were bats all over the place, but that didn't stop Morenn from feeling a certain type of antsy about their presence. 

It was still early enough in the day for them to be deep in slumber, right? Right. Yeah. A lone courser prowling through shouldn't disturb them at all! In theory! They turned their head upwards, peering at the hundreds of motionless figures attached to the mossy stone ceiling of the cave. Morenn could barely see a damn thing.

...What was the difference between a painted bat and a dracula bat, again? Crap.

Well, shit. Let's just pray that the damn things didn't wake up-- and that if they did, they weren't in any way harmful. Morenn snorted to themselves, ramping up the courage to press forwards. Come on come on come on, a deep inhale, a deep exhale, and finally, movement. As quietly as they could, Morenn slipped into the cave, passing beneath the sleeping figures with an attempt at lithe precision. To their credit, the bats didn't seem to be terribly bothered, rustling gently in their slumber as they passed underneath. Maybe it really was too early for them. Or they just didn't see them as a threat? Something like that. It didn't matter at the end of the day-- well, it mattered when it was the end of the day, more like. Heh. If only there was someone around to laugh at that with.

Phew. Wow. That... Wasn't so bad? Okay, okay, maybe they could get into this whole dungeon business, after all.