Chant and Reverend felt nervous as they walked through strangely familiar tunnels. The brown puck was in the lead, carefully checking for any signd of traps or tripwire that they might step into accidentally. Perhaps he wouldn't be so on edge if he and Chant weren't in the company of another puck. He wasn't as large as Reverend, but also not as small as Chant. And instead of being brown his flank was red and black.

Hellish Rebuke was his name, or at least its what he introduced himself as. It was a strange name to be called...yet he didn't seem bothered by its abnormality in the slightest. He remained silent, staring ahead with an expression that read nothing else but unamused. A foal might run away to its mother if it looked him in the eyes.

Chant's ears fell back as he observed the strange stallion, smiling nervously at him before he quickened his pace to catch up with the other. "Hey Rev? Are we sure that this guy isn't gonna try to get us killed and take the loot once we find the srash?"

Reverend looked down to the smaller male, offering him a relaxed grin. "It will be fine, trust me. Besides, we need more members if we're gonna have a decent shot at getting deeper down this dungeon."

Chant sighed and turned his head away, huffing at how relaxed Reverend seemed to be about this stranger they let tag along. And his nerves only grew worse as he looked ahead to a very familiar fork in their path. Two doors. Two faces.

Reverend stomped his hoof onto the ground, standing tall as he glared at the two faces above the doors. Not only were their positions switched, but they had completely different ways of persuasion than last time. There was no guarantee that the smiling face was the right one this time, but the frowning face was clearly not the right choice last time.

Chant looked up at Reverend. He tried to study his face to see what he was thinking while the voices above each door begged and pleaded for them to open eachother's door. Their words overlapped and interrupted, speaking so loud and so fast that a courser with little patience would last more than a few moments before picking.

HR silently huffed. pushing past the two stallions as he looked up at the faces. Left or right? Happy or sad? He observed each door, trying to make out any small hints that one door was obviously a trap, perhaps even a sign of which one mightve been used more than the other. However a 50/50 shot would always have an equal amount of attempts on both sides. It was impossible to choose unless experiences in this situation. And HR, in fact, was not.

Reverend noticed the other stallion was quickly stumped, their eyes meeting before he looked at both of the doors with uncertainty. "I'm sure that the possibility that we get it wrong twice is rather...low. So, I conclude that the correct door must be...this one!"