• This part of the cave looks older than the rest. In rustic dye, you encounter a crude depiction of Coursers unlike any you've ever seen before, their oddly-proportioned bodies running in a herd along the wall. Who could have made this?
  How does it make you feel?

Rolynd felt like he was having an incredibly successful day in the dungeons. He had written down so many new notes in his notebook and he could feel the knowledge of the dungeon sweeling in his brain by the second. Every night when he returned to the surface his thoughts swirled with whatever teh next day of exploring would hold. The collection of trinkets and samples plucked from the dungeon was ever growing, and he loved showing them off to his peers, which excited him to return home for the night.

The phthalo stallion wanted to do just a bit more exploring before turning in for the night, his curiousity getting the best of him. They had begun exploring a side of the overgrown caverns that they swore they couldn't have missed, but nothing in the area was familiar to them, so with cautious steps they pressed on.

The cavern floor underneath Rolynd's hooves kicked up dust as he walked, and with each step he seemed to sink into the crumbling ground. The walls of the cavern looked almost untouched by coursers, and the ground was barely trodden. Quickly reaching for his lantern Rolynd took it into his mouth to get a better look at this ancient cave he seemed to be in. As he stepped a little further he noticed depictions of coursers along the wall, primitive and rough drawings with awkward proportions seemingly running as a herd along the rocky barrier. All he could do was stare at these crude drawings, chills covering the stallions torso. He was filled with an overwhelming sense of... belonging. Security. Home. Like he was meant to be in these dungeons. Like he made the right decision to leave home and pursue what truely made him happy. A smile sprawled across his face before setting the lantern down and quickly grabbing his notebook, messily scribbling down a copy of the aged portrayals that brought him so much joy.