Cottontail was entirely unsure of all this… adventuring business. He prided himself in keeping clean, happy and over all; four limbed. He feared the idea of all the dark and scaries down in the dungeon, but he just could not help the part of him that… yearned.
There was no way he was going to brave the depths unaccompanied, and absolutely no way was he going to go near spiders, so the second level would have to do.Cottontail knew how the world worked, and he had coin - lots of it. He kitted himself up to the nines: protective gear, maps and potions- and then of course he brought with a mercenary.
Terrence just felt like the correct choice. He was famous, and Cottontail assumed that would be for a reason. The courser was called “the ace” after all!He was easily swayed by the braggadocio attitude, and soon they were trotting side by side and heading downwards.

“First time?” Terrence huffed, eyeing the slightly nervous Puck beside him.
Cottontail was a little taller, though still definitely of average height. He had no scars, no bumps or bruises, and most of all he smelled strongly of strawberries. He did not seem the type to go into any place without a fluffy white towel waiting for him afterward. It was… curious.

“I thought I might as well. Everyone else is doing it.” Cottontail replied rather monotonously, betrayed by his eyes darting back and forth around the path. It was narrowing, getting hotter.
He hoped it would not frizz his mane too much, though it was nothing some tender love and care could not fix later.

“You know, this does not have to be something you enjoy. It’s not for everyone.” Terrence chuckled, slowing the pace a little to give the other some time to adjust. The smog was getting heavier, burning their nostril hairs as the lava pits and falls started to become visible.

What else became visible was, unfortunately, the long, swaying bridge over the sea of heat.
Cottontail stopped dead in his tracks, snorting.

“No, no, no, no, absolutely not” Was all Terrence could hear - before the thundering of hooves of Cottontail turning… tail.