Now that he was accustomed to the dungeons, having lived there since that fated day he’d wandered in, there was hardly a thing that could surprise Brody anymore. He’d seen fantastical things, mechanical wonders and creatures that shouldn’t be able to exist but did. Today was no different, having left an offering for some small pixie or other that flitted through an old ancient cavern rough-hewn and thrumming with all kinds of magical energies. It wasn’t wise to pass through such a place without paying respects, even if it felt a little silly talking to thin air when he’d placed down his rations and thanked the forces there for letting him through.

Now through the narrow arched entrance to the hallway beyond he stepped as noiselessly as hoof against stone could. It was a practiced gate, experienced with rocky ground that might trip up unprepared visitors and newbie divers. Suddenly something stopped him; the slight sounds of shuffling above him.

Bro looked up slowly, gaze sweeping over what at first he’d thought was simply a dark ceiling, but now was so clearly defined in the dim light as a swarm of bats tucked under their own wings, asleep save for the couple that adjusted like turning in their beds. With a quiet but sharp inhale of breath, he held it, stepping even more carefully than before. It wasn’t wise to disturb them, he’d encountered such a variety of life in the dungeons there was no way of telling whether these were friend, or foe, so it was best just to leave it.

The end of the hallway was just ahead, a glow of brighter light, a room full of torches and maybe if he was lucky, something glittering. Not that he was in it for treasure, but it certainly didn’t hurt to have on hoof if any divers stumbled across him. When he’d finally made it through, he would let his breath noisily out, trotting ahead jauntily.