Sable was willing to admit it, she was a shallow horse.

She liked going into the dungeons with her bird and getting cool stuff. It wasn’t always money; she wasn’t picky with what she got from her dives as long as she was able to find something.

As it was, Sable was the first of his family to actually do any dungeon diving. He had been a late foal of his mother and had left the family fairly young.

At the time, he had been interested in anything new, and had been enraptured by Trout 2, an osprey that had been blown to Sable’s childhood home in a storm. Trout 2 had shared his story, that he was on the way to a new home himself. That he hoped to join up with a dungeon courser and go down beneath the earth himself.

Sable, ever one to help out, especially when tempted with a fun new opportunity of course agreed to go with Trout 2 and go dungeon diving with the bird. He had said goodbye to his herd, grabbed his simple saddle bag, and headed towards the horizon with his new friend.

Their journey to a small town that was nearby an active dungeon took a couple days, during which Sable got to know their new friend well.

Trout 2, whose name came from an incredibly uncreative mother, had come from a long line of dungeon courser friends. However, the dungeon that his family had lived near was a very popular one, and there were far too many birds of prey around to safely support another adult.

Eventually the pair made their way to a small town on the foothills of a mountain, near a smaller dungeon, with a good set of blacksmiths, healers, and market shops in the town.

Once they entered the town, looking for a place to stay, a much larger horse (which wasn’t exactly hard to find, Sable was incredibly short), a dark bay with spattering of white stopped the pair.

“Hey, are you new here?” The other courser huffed in Sable’s face. Its tiny snail inched its way around the courser’s roached mane to peer in Sable’s direction.

“Uh, yeah hi buddy. Any manners? Perhaps a name?” Sable puffed up his chest and shoved their head into the other courser’s face.

“Humf. Well. Hi then. I’m Magna. Are you new here?” The dark bay tossed their head in dismissal.

What in the world was wrong with this horse? Sable rolled their eyes as Trout 2 clacked their beak in upset.

“Hi, I’m Sable, yeah, I’m new in town. Why?”

Magna huffed.

“Great. You can crash at my place. I’ll even give you rare herbs and uh. Potions. Good? Good.” The bay turned on one hind hoof, then began heading out of town.

“Uh.” Sable looked back at the town. Then shared a glance with Trout 2.

Well. Free place to crash at. Hopefully this strange horse isn’t that bad of a roommate. Even if he is though, Sable was sure that he’d make enough coin soon enough to get his own place.