Wander had spent his early life growing up in a little herd, where not much had been of note. They lived on the surface, and didn't dare venture down to the dungeons below. For the herd, the Buried Kingdoms were meant to stay that way. Life up top was good and peaceful. Well, at least that had all been true until Logue. He'd headed into the underbellies of the dungeons, and came back victorious. Repeatedly.

Wander longed to have story like his, and so he'd left home to seek him out. He'd traveled for months, catching snippets of tales of Logue's exploits, but never quite catching up to him. Until the fateful day. He'd spotted the brindle Courser chatting to a group of other adventurers and had managed to catch his attention. After explaining their shared history Wander had been shocked when Logue invited him to join him down at the Earthen Furnace.

Wander had spent several hectic days gathering supplies, and the day of their adventure finally dawned. Logue met him bright and early, and they headed below. The Furnace was immediately mercilessly hot.

"Bit further down, there's magma. Maybe we'll get there today." Logue was casual in describing a threat such as magma. Wander could only blink at him. "And look. There's a salamander. Good find if you need coin. Might as well take it."

The creature looked grey, and was hardly moving. Wander frowned. "It's been away from the magma too long. It won't make it. You may as well collect it. It'll let ya kit yourself out a little more in the future. Don't deny gifts that the dungeon gives ya."

Wander could only nod, and collect the creature into his pack. He felt a pang of guilt that it would be used for some sort of potion, but Logue was probably right. You did what had to to survive down here.