Coronet's adventures in the Overgrown Caverns had been illuminating for the young Courser. He'd wandered freely, inspecting the ancient ruins. And had stumbled upon an unexpected companion, in the hound. He's sought what he'd always wanted, being in total control of his own life. Every choice relying only on his own desires. And he'd reveled in it. But eventually, he'd seen it was time to return to the surface. Back above, under the changing sky he'd rested. And made a few inquiries. And sought out supplies. His time below had begun to bring changes about the Courser. Hardly older, but a little wiser. This time, he'd be more prepared.

A pack, filled with rations for him and his pet, was strung across his back. He'd used some of his recovered loot to acquire it, and fill it. Many horses were all too eager to trade their own goods for things that could only be found below. Now more prepared, he was ready to delve again. And this time Coronet was ready to head beyond the peaceful seeming Caverns. The Earthen Furnace called to him. He'd heard many tales of bravery from more experienced adventurers. The Furnace offered little safety, but was packed with ancient wonders, and valuables. Maybe he'd be able to make a name for himself there.

Coronet trotted towards the gaping mouth of the cave that lead into the below. A blast of hot air greeted him. It was far warmer down there than the surface. But he was ready this time. He had supplies for many days, and a trusty hound. Another set of eyes to watch for him would make everything much safer. And the dog had already proved adept at that. The hound was close by his side as they descended. The air grew hotter and drier. Already this place was a much different feel that the Overgrown Caverns. And much less welcoming. The walls appeared sharp in many places, and no plants grew. How had creatures lived here in the past? Or had they? This place felt like it had been abandoned for a reason, and he'd only just begun to explore.