Chant walked through the reddened cavern; the dungeon much deeper than the places he normally went through. It called to him, spoke to him. Perhaps he answered the call because his family before him did? No, he answered the call for the same thing that almost every courser wants. He wants the riches and fame, to impress those back home and get mares, stallions, and any other interested companion to stand by his side out of admiration. Who wouldn’t want that??

Chant’s tail swished contently as he pushed himself forward, his snail companion resting on his nose as usual. The courser looked down at his snout, observing Wallace before he raised his head slightly. “Wallace, what’s your opinion...do you think my stories alone will promise me a partner at my side? Or is it the treasures that bring higher chances?”

The snail remained silent, moving slowly across the stallion’s nose with its antenna outstretched. This seemed to reassure Chant anyways, his ears perking upward as he nods confidently. “Yes, I agree. Both is better, then I will get the most of the most!” Quite a greedy stallion, you are.

Chant continued to walk forward, strutting down the path as if he were a noble steed of old times. “Treasure, gold, mates. I want it all, I want to rise to the top. Be a king! I’m sure you don’t understand since you are just a snail, but when I do inevitably become a king, you will be my most trusted advisor, Wallace.” He grins.