• Painted in reddish brown into the furnace floor is a massive circle with lines drawn inside it at three points. Each point shows a symbol you don't recognize - except for one. The crude silhouette of a Courser's head in the circle's center. The whole area smells of sulfur and copper, and though you've never been here, it is the scent that strikes you as oddly familiar. What do you make of this?

Prex knew that his right hand, Mace, would pretty much do whatever he asked, not only that but he had many paragons that would be more than happy to go out of their way for him, but he wanted to go look for himself.  The crowned champagne never really traveled far, mostly sticking close to home in the overgrown caverns, compelling impressionable minds to join him in something greater, but he was feeling pulled in the opposite direction. Prex could feel something telling him to dig deeper into the dungeons, look for more, feel more, be more. So that was his plan entirely.

Since none of the mercenaries were crowned, such as he, it would be a good time to do so, as they travelled to the second level. Prex followed behind Terrence, observing his movements and listening to every word the dark stallion spoke. For being the newest mercenary, he was very well versed in the dungeon, explaining things in a short but to the point manner. Prex smiled to himself as the two passed the threshold into the new area. He would make a great new addition to the family, if Prex could pry at his mind.

"You know so much about the dungeons."

Prex's tone fluttered through the air before reaching Terrence's ears. "You should be proud."

The figurehead saw the stallions chest puff out with pride and the smile spread farther across his face.

"Well, yeah. Its my job. I'd be a pretty useless mercenary if I didn't know my way around the fuckin' dungeon."

Terrence's tone was playful, not malicious in anyway, and it made Prex chuckle.

"True! True! Excuse me, for pointing out the obvious."

They locked eyes in conversation and Prex tried desperately to pull him in subconsciously, he wanted Terrence to ask more, to know more, just like they did, but instead they were interrupted by nothing other than the ground itself.

"Woah... take a look at that."

Prex looked to where Terrence's piercing eyes were looking, and a rudimentary drawing was etched into the rock under their feet. After taking a few steps back and surveying was was in front of them, Prex's mind began to race. A courser's face was staring back at him, primitively drawn in the earth and a metallic scent filled their nostrils. Prex felt a sense of... belonging. Like he had seen this before. Maybe it was etched into the artifacts he had collected at home. Maybe he had seen it in his dreams... Either way. This just made Prex thirsty for more. He already knew so much about the Adamas, but he desperately wanted to see more for himself.