Elemiah never liked having to hire a “big-named” Dungeoneer to help her along her journeys. They always seemed to have an air about them that reeked with importance. It sickened her to the core, churning her stomach at the mere thought of it. When the time had come that she had no other option but to hire someone, Moritz was her first choice. They were famed for their quiet nature and ability to stalk through monster infested areas with ease. That is exactly what she was looking for. Another equine she did not have to converse with, as well as, aiding her in her lack of stealth. It wasn’t bad, per say, her daunting size just made it difficult. 

 This job wasn't intended to be grueling and Elemiah could do it herself, she claimed, but it was always safer to travel in a group the deeper you traversed. The lava pooled scape of the Earthen Furnace bubbles brightly as the two silently made their trek through. Elemiah had already explained to Mortiz what she needed them for. A simple extraction of, rumored, items. She was searching for times and scrolls that held stories of olde. Information. Information on the inner workings of these dungeons, to tear it apart. Of course, she did not explain  to the Mercenary what her goal was, just that she needed assistance getting through the Furnace. And, assisted she was. 

Pest, her purple tinged drake, had flown off with Moritz’s accompanying eyeball to scout ahead as they carefully navigated these molten hallways. The two successfully managed to creep past serpents made of magma, hounds whose howls sounded like a crackling flame, and even the upright skeletons that never cease to be ablaze. However, they could not shake one final obstacle. 

A crumbling stone bridge seperated the two equines from their goal destination. Hooves plodded strategically across the uneasy rock, careful not to accidentally cause the collapse of this already precarious path. It wasn't until midway through did an unfamiliar noise ring out. 

“Hey! Horse!” A disembodied voice called out.

Elemiah swiveled an ear towards it, followed shortly by the rest of her body. Imps. Harmless, but so annoying. Her golden eyes rolled in frustration before turning back around to Moritz who paid them no mind. 

“WAIT! I said hey!!”

The Coursers tried their best to ignore the group of imps. They knew that these devilish cherubs seeked any engagement, so they refused to give any. Unfortunately for the pair, the group was on one today. 

“Why the long face beast?” One imp jest with Elemiah’s face now in it’s hands, examining parts of it. “The Wizard really messed you up, huh?” It’s hands nearly burnt Ele’s as she immediately tugged her head from it’s grasp. An irritated snort blew back in it’s face, causing it to dramatically flip backwards in the air as if a large gust of wind caught it's wings. Her eyes quickly flicked to Moritz to see how they were faring.

Not any better. Great. 

Elemiah knew that if they didn't do SOMETHING, the rest of this journey would not be enjoyable. Well. Even LESS enjoyable. She whistled over one of the imps, playing into it’s own curiosity and lack of care. Once it closed the gap, quickly and with extreme precision, her maw clamped down on one of it’s legs. She cared not for these foul demons nor what role they played within the dungeon. All she cared about in this moment was silencing them. 

With the writhing leg caught in her ill intentioned teeth, Elemiah swung around with it. The sound of popping joints and tearing flesh accompanied the cacophony of screams as she released, hurling the imp into another that was bothering her traveling companion. 

THUD.

The two collided imps fearfully came to their senses, fleeing with the rest of their band. Unwavered eyes gazed back at Moritz, who has absolutely seen worse. They seemed jostled but not taken back. Her head lowered, continuing past them. 

“Let’s go.” She spoke coldly, spitting out the rancid taste of demon blood from her mouth.