Blackbird had been up and down in the dungeons, seeking out bits and bobs of long forgotten knowledge. While before her adventures she'd been quite content to sit on the sidelines, but actually getting into the dungeons had changed everything. Even if they were filled with squelchy tentacle monsters and millipede bridges and certainly cursed crowns. Blackbird loved it. There was so much to learn. Each plant, each strange stone, each ancient artifact had something to offer. And now Blackbird had convinced someone to take her deeper. Down to the Moor of Sleep. She'd roped Terrence into guiding her down, in return for a share of the loot.

She'd been researching the Moor of Sleep for a long time. The truest remnant of the past that remained, in her opinion. A vast battle, immortalized with ruins and the ghosts that still occupied them. She was nervous for the danger, but the call of the unknown pulled more. So few Courses had been down there, she just knew there's be so much information to find.

She and Terrence had been walking for days, heading deeper and deeper until at long last they finally arrived. They were so very far under the surface. She drew a long breath in, finally setting eyes on the place. Ahead of her grew a strange carpet of grass, like what was up on the surface, but paler, ghastlier. And the grass was scattered with skeletons. Large, small, Courser, other. The bones were bleached and barren, but flocks of crows still seemed to be picking at them. A shudder ran down her spine, contemplating the scope of what lay down here.

Together they walked out onto the field. It was soft under her feet. Blackbird was careful not to step on any of the bones. Some still grasped weapons and other relics, but she didn't dare to disturb them. They drew close to one of the crows. Or what had appeared to be a crow from a distance. Now that Blackbird was closer, she could see that it wasn't a crow at all. Or maybe once upon a time it had been. Now it was an animated skeleton, with feather still clinging to it. It opened its maw, as if to scold them for disturbing their feeding. No noise issued from the creature. Blackbird could only watch, as it went about the motions of picking flesh from bones than had been bare for eons. This place was dangerous, clearly. But in the danger there was the chance for great knowledge.