Sydney trotted in a half circle around the mounted Courser skull, examining the display with a furrowed brow. It was beautiful, to be sure, the jewels on the bridle glittering in the light from Sydney’s lantern. But something about it struck him as strange, or off somehow. Perhaps it was the strange metal thing that inexplicably sat in the skull’s mouth. He tilted his head to one side, wondering what such a thing could possibly be for. 

The whole display, though, was mysterious in and of itself. Who was this Courser? And why were they interred so lavishly? Who buried them? 

It was all very odd, and it made Sydney uneasy. He wanted little more to do with whatever was going on here. He began to trot away, towards the next chamber. 

But that metal bar in the skull haunted him a little as he continued through the dungeon.