Trotting into the dungeon he had no clue of the dangers that hide within. He looked around in awe as he moved along, not really paying attention to his giant moth he brought along. He had found it one night, trying to dry its wings, to which he lent it help and ever since it never left his side. He was confused by it, but he didn't mind it. It was nice to have a little buddy. But right now he paid little mind to the creature. Even as it seemed to try and get his attention. 

He soon noticed he was underprepared and looked in nooks and crannies for possible items to use along the way. He was sifting through some rubble, looking for anything useful when he heard a noise. It startled him, but the fear didn't linger, quickly being replaced by curiosity. He immediately left the pile of rubble and went to investigate, but as he trotted over to where he thought the sound came from, he completely missed any signs for traps and triggered one. Before he knew it he was falling down a steep slope, heading straight for large spikes! 

Lucky for him a particularly stubborn root had made its way into his path, perfect for him to grab a hold of. It only barely saved him from a painful death, but that was enough. Only now he was stranded while hanging onto the root. While trying to figure out what to do next, the giant moth who had tried to warn him before fluttered down. 

He apologized to it and promised it extra food and to never ignore it again if it got him help. It fluttered in place for a while until it fluttered away. It seemed to have understood him, as it returned with help a little while later. Just in time as the root was having a tough time holding Silas's weight.