His father had pushed deeper into the dungeons. For what purpose, Daoloth wasn't necessarily privy... But, as Cthuhlu's faithful soldier, he followed, and in turn was followed. He paid little mind to the ghostly apparition of a Courser that followed him. If they wished to throw away their life in the Furnace that was upon them. While they smelled of the dungeon, the lingering scent of the surface hid beneath the otherwise musky perfume. For anyone who missed it in their natural aroma, the leather pouches betrayed their ties to the surface world.

In hopes of eliminating his shadow, Daoloth chose difficult paths. Narrow crag passages over bubbling magma or floating islands of rock drifting down molten rivers. Still, the unnamed Courser with their silver accents - at least they weren't gold - remained. Whatever Daoloth did, they followed. It was growing iresome. His obsidian tresses lashed, his ears sat in the messied tangles of his mane. Between the suffocating heat and the uninvited guest, Daoloth momentarily debated leaping into the magma himself for a permanent reprieve.

What was worse, every time be paused his progress to choose between a forked path, the stalker drew closer. They were within reach now. A swift kick or bite away and tempting the fate with every passing second. Sweat beaded upon Daoloth's brow. A mixture of frustrations was building inside him. Where had his sire gone? Why here of all places? And who the hell was this and why did they think they could just assert themselves into his affairs? Eyes of brine glowered over his shoulder towards the spectral Courser, who stared blankly back at him. There was a glimmer of curiosity behind their eyes, one that did not fully shine but rather remained a wink in a sea of gray.

How long they stood there, staring at one another, was unknown. Though as the length of time increased, so did Daoloth's rage. Eventually it wasn't the heat rolling breaths through him but a wicked anger. Enough of this. He bolted out at the spectral Courser, snatched their coin purse betwixt his pearly teeth, and before the other could protest tossed the leather pouch into the lava gurgling beside them. The gray-hued Courser jogged to the edge of the pathway, simply staring down as the leather and gold incinerated quickly. By time they turned back towards their assailant, Daoloth was gone.