A 'root' run is what he'd call it. 

Certain types of roots that grow on the first level, Apothecaries, Medics, Simple folk, all use it. Plus it's been a rough couple of weeks trying to find loot. 'Find' as in steal. Ever since word got out about a theif in the first level coursers of all have been in high alert. Aladar is now choosing to go a different route than their usual. A more dense packed area, something risky. But somthing he has to do in order to: a.) not get caught and b.) get something for the day, or a multiple of things. His mane falls on his eyes, a huff causing it to move out of his sight. A miss placed hoof pressed on loose rock, the floor caves in and falls apart and suddenly poor Aladar is sliding down in his rump. "BWH-" he squeeled, front legs rapdily stomping and moving to try and slow the decline as which they slid. Ears pin aginst their skull as vines grow thicker and snake like as he descends, in blurs of black, green, grey, some vines hitting him smack in the face. Finally? Stops. 

He gasped and wheezes, eyes blinking. "That....is WHY!!! I hate this DAMN FLOOR!! SO! MUCH!" Aladar yells, stomping a hoof down. It's causes some of the floor that held his form falls into a void abyss. The bay courser stops immediately, gold eyes bludging at the now missing floor. "Oh.....fuck balls." He muttered. his mind began to panic, how...how to get out? His head cranes around to look at where he fell, light barely leaked through, the only light being a small copper lantern attached to his chest. It flickers, illuminating green plants and black rock. Aladar slowly begins to stand up, shifting weight carefully. Their body jolts forward again as more of the floor falls and crumbles due to age and decay. "Okay....o-okay." The Courser rasps, now beging to back up one foot at a time. That's when he freezes, seeing something. A pitcher plant...multiple of them. All around. Some mouth open, others were closed and were wriggling like alive beings...with whatever's inside suffering. Aladar makes a face of disgust and horror. Again more floor falls. 

it's a uphill walk as he begins to shuffle his hooves and now reveals? A gaint pitcher plant. Bigger. He could see what was now floating horse bones...multiple ones. It was at least 20 feet tall. He vaugly saw thicker vines and more bones about as the lantern flickers. The heart in their chest squeezes and paces quickly. He swallow, "Okay. No. Nope. Nope." And now tries to shuffle and turn around. His brain was thinking...someone. Multiple people. His eyes narrow, and is now finally turned around. And in a quick panic, Aladar bolts, hooves pressing at rocks and loose silt. More rocks tumble as they try to push upwards. This is alas all for naught. His body slides down slowly with the rocks. Eyes wide "No! Nononono! I'm am NOT going to be like those-...those damn fools who got themselves killed!" He snarled, teeth baring, tone of ire and fear. 

They push forward, as he hears 'plips' of rocks falling into flower digestive below. But he slides again. And again....his eye look up at the meaty vines...he may have an idea! Aladar climbs more, even if it was all for naught, and in a moment, pushes himself onto his feet and chomps down on the vine. His lower hooves now slide and with his weight? The thick vine unravels. In a quick speed and motion Aladar, he was sent across the casm, and in a gambling thought, let's go. This sends the equine flying further. What felt like centuries? His body makes purchase with land, sending scrapes and only tumble and rolls further down what felt like a slope. 

He was met with dark, eyes open as the lantern still lives. Somehow. He groans, picking the body up, "im definitely feeling that...and rising prices whatever I get in here." He huffed. Slowly he walks, and walks. Eyes squint, seeing light...hes found himself elsewhere...and not alone.