Travelling through the damp cave system didn't inspire a lot of good feelings in Aphrodite, addmitedly. The place was dirty, smelly, full of gross or hideous monsters, and every new area was just as harrowing as the last. Her companion in Crispin, who had been hired by her parents to attend her descapades into the dungeon, seemed to notice her dissatisfied demeanor with ease. She often wore her expressions freely and on the fly.

"You seem to dislike it here, why do you come to it anyway?" The stallion asked, flicking an ear and letting his gaze roam the cooridoor attentively.

Aphrodite didn't need to think very long on that. "For money. The artefacts are collected by the nobility in my Father's court." She replied transparently, unashamed of the prospect.

Crispin glanced her way, a frown on his face. He said nothing at first, likely not too pleased with that answer. However he probably would not be surprised to hear it. Her parents (of course not 'biological', but her parents none the less) were unabashed nobiles in high society. A Duke in title and in land ownership. Her ambitions were logically only going to be one of frame or wealth. "I see."