Hair swept neatly into bands and braids, adorned with flowers and foliage by the foals of his beloved town, Hoss marched on through the forest with a strong and familiar sense of duty bestowed upon him. It was his right, his resolute nature that took him far and beyond with the promise of self-fulfillment surging him forward. Despite what troubles may befall them in the dungeon, there was little to nothing that could give pause to the stature and will of a dungeon courser. After all, with a task as hefty as exploring a dungeon, who better than Hoss? That's what the elders insisted anyways. In a town as small as his, it was necessary. An obligation. What needed to be done.