< dd1 - wolfrem >

Aimless, slow steps echo softly around the chamber. After spending the better part of an hour finding absolutely nothing of desire among the Dungeon, Wolfrem's patience has
begun to grow thin. His motivation has always been heavily reliant on the beautiful spoils he finds - gems, anything shiny, a new weapon perhaps. His luck has run thin 
recently, and despite his waning desire to continue deeper into the Dungeon, he continues trudging through knowing he could only be a few more steps away from spotting
something.

He paws aimlessly at little mounds of rocks, sighing softly to himself when each attempt offers no reward. Sometimes the thought crosses his mind - that perhaps, his luck 
wouldn't be so poor if he didn't always venture here alone. As far as he knew, Wolfrem was the only child his parents bore, and god knows they didn't care to teach him
anything. He shakes his head, stalling his walk for a split second before continuing on. He'd learned to survive on his own - Dungeon diving alone was nothing new to him.
He knew he didn't need a partner, or any type of company for that matter. 

A slightly disturbed patch of rocks catches his eye, the mess piquing his interest almost immediately. Very rarely would someone abandon a dig, but why else would it be
already disturbed? As he paws between them, they shift a little too easily - almost as if they were intentionally placed here recently, rather than settling together long
ago. A different sound echoes up to his ears as his hooves hit something other than rock, and a few more paws at it confirms his thoughts - wood. A chest of some sort, 
perhaps? Excitement flushes warmly throughout him as he shoves away the rest of the rocks, just enough to open the chest. A soft, deep red satin lines the inside of the
chest, a perfect emphasis for the centerpiece - bright gold, glittering at him is a crown. His eyes widen as he edges closer to it, sniffing lightly for any trace of 
whoever left it here. The urge to take it, to put it on, grows stronger despite his wariness surrounding the glittery treasure. He raises a hoof, giving it a light tap
in case something were to happen - he isn't exactly sure what, but he's never been one to take chances. 

His mind goes back to noticing the disturbed earth and rock, and an uneasy feeling starts to grow. He shakes his head gently, muttering something to himself before backing
away. Why someone would put this here is beyond him, but something tells him this definitely was intentional. The pull to it was something he'd never felt from any other
treasures he'd found, and it didn't sit well with him. He turns, a little grunt escaping as he decides to continue on, abandoning the odd crown where he found it.