• You hear tinkling beside you as a Courser’s chanfron tumbles – no, *scuttles* across the cave floor. Upon further inspection it is being used as a shell by a massive crustacean. How do you react?

Sybil lingered around the entrance to the Dungeon. She paced back and forth, considering whether or not to go in. The words of the mysterious guide Courser echoed in her mind, "And do NOT come back alone". She desperately wanted to go back inside and see what else she could uncover in the Dungeon. It brought her an equal mix of fear and excitement. Sybil knew her sense of direction was poor, and that she got incredibly lucky her last trip in. Most experienced Coursers would have left her to her own devices. She hadn't stopped thinking about the Courser she met since their interaction. She had so many questions she wished to ask, so much conversation she wished to engage in. She knew the chances of finding him were slim. She didn't even know his name. 

She made up her mind. She'd go in. She'd take the path he had shown her before. Certainly she could visit the same places and be safe, couldn't she? Sybil entered the Dungeon and started on the path she had travelled before. She stopped and visited her favorite places, not really seeking items or things to take home. She was still fascinated by all of the life forms found in the Dungeon, especially ones that glowed. She took her time ambling down the familiar path before stopping to observe a chamber. 

As she looked around, her gaze was interruped by a sudden clink. Sybil shrieked and jumped to the side, wondering what the commotion was. 

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME BACK DOWN HERE ALONE", a familiar voice yelled. Sybil whipped her head around and saw what spoke. It was the Courser from before. Sybil flashed a shy smile, lowering her ears to the side. The mystery Courser stood before, with a menacing expression. Sybil could sense his frustration. She met his gaze and spoke, "I know. But I figured I'd be safer-"

The clinking noise continued, cutting Sybil off. She noticed something glinting in the faint light, moving across the ground. She moved closer, only contributing to the guide Courser's frustration. Before he could say something, she was tapping the metal object with her hoof. A crab poked its head out from under the object. Sybil giggled a bit before turning back to face the Courser. "What is that?", she asked him. 

"Why should I tell you? You don't seem to listen to anything I say.", he snapped coldly at her in response. 

"I just want to know what that metal thing is. It looks like it would fit me. Like it was made for our kind.", Sybil replied. 

The Courser sighed, "It's called a chanfron. Or at least that's what I was told by some of the elder Coursers. They said our kind used to be adorned with them. Something about protection during battle or something like that. Ifound one before, but I don't use it. Take it.", he said. Sybil noticed his tone become less frustrated, and bit softer. She grabbed the chanfron from atop the crab. It looked at her with a puzzling look. Feeling bad, she placed it back over the crab and watched as it scuttled off. 

"Why'd you do that?", the Courser asked Sybil, confusion evident in his expression. 

"I dunno. I guess I felt bad for taking something from it. Maybe it needs it more than I do.", Sybil replied in a matter-of-fact manner. "How'd you find me anyway?", she asked as she turned back to face him. 

"I... I just had a feeling you'd be back. Smart of you to take a familiar path. But really, you shouldn't keep coming down here alone.", he spoke in a strained manner. 

"I suppose so. I have another question, and I expect an answer. What is your name?"

The Courser gazed at Sybil. His eyes moved over her bright yellow coat, her fluffy legs, and her long ears. He didn't want to acknowledge what he was feeling for her. He met her eyes, and saw them searching, waiting for his answer. He decided to tell her.

"Tarot... My name is Tarot."