‘Yuck.’ Is what he almost let slip out, and it was not because of the golem’s gloomy, and mud filled face or ungroomed appearance. But it’s as if he could almost feel the moss, goopy and too liquid sensation cross the wall of tactile limitations his hooves had. His nostrils flaring as he caught the damp, musty air of the dungeon. He felt his whole-body rumble and almost slipped into a complete opening. Not the best move. But it was unexpected. Rocks moving. Finally, he had laid his eyes on it. It had been a while he had to admit. Walking through and through and not a sight of a moving creature. What looked like living objects so far, had been in fact, exactly not that. Breaking a supposed teeth proving his hypothesis. But they seemed gentle enough to not have knocked him out completely. “I’d like to ask for passage.” He added the remark with a tilt of his head. “Although technically I’m already passing through.” He denoted. It was true. His hooves were already stepping on them. And in the worst case he was ready to sprint his way to the other side. He could try for it. He took a glance at the distance in order to calculate it before returning his attention back to the golems. But no response. They just stared at him. A step he took. The instinct kicking in. It was time to go before they squished him into pancake. Though he had none ever. He learned the term from a book of sorts. Let me be a mage, let me be a mage so that I may cross this as fast as my hooves will allow me oh dear knights. His powerful legs propelled him forward, the sound of his hooves echoing off the cavern walls. The golems stirred at last, slow but relentless, but Freidor was already moving too fast.  And a run he ran. Blocks and pebbles tumbling and falling leaving a trail of crumbling debris, he slipped through and through but he made it to the end. He felt bad. But he had no choice but to proceed. ‘Careful there Freidor, your might luck running dry’. He looked up. Ears pointed left and right and stiffed back up. The golems shifting back into position. With a final glance, he turned forward again, his muscles still tense, ready for whatever the dungeon would throw at him next.