As Dúlcifal strolled through the dungeon's first floor, he suddenly heard a dripping noise. Turning his head to where the sounds echoed from and pointing his long ears there, the stallion started tracking his way closer. As his eyesight deteriorated, Dúlcifal relied heavily on his other senses and gut feeling. At this moment, his body was aching for a rest and his senses told him to find the source of the dripping.

Reaching an overgrown chamber, Dúlcifal felt moisture cling to his coat and heard water pouring down from the walls. In the middle of the space was a pool of cool water, from which the Courser sipped. This was the perfect spot for a well-earned rest and a good opportunity for the stallion to gather his thoughts.