“Are you sure this is the right way?” The pygmy drake’s nervous voice whispered directly into Merewing’s large ear, accosting the soft fur with a puff of hot air. 

Merewing snorted indignantly. They had scented bizarre odors on the distant wind of a nearby passage, and had broken into a trot down the unexplored chamber. They were entirely certain that something grand awaited them. Granted, that was roughly twenty minutes ago, and their resolve was waning. Coupled with Britney’s constant nagging, and the endless passing identical walls, Merewing had begun to doubt themselves. 

No, it was too late now. 

“Come on, Mery,” Britney groaned. Merewing heard the familiar sound of the drake shifting her wings. “No one has been down here in years. Probably because it sucks!” 

Merewing huffed again, breaking into a determined canter. 

Leagues of black rock passed and hundreds of glowing fungi reached out to the pair, snagging Merewing’s curly fur. Without the sun above, time passed oddly in the dungeons- one hour could pass in a minute, a day in a week. Merewing had no clue how long they continued down this unventured path. 

Yet, the scent continued to lure them onward. And after thousands of heartbeats had passed, Merewing broke triumphantly into a cavernous opening- positively glowing with untapped treasure. With a knowing grunt, the mute Courser began to rummage through the findings, inwardly gloating at Britney’s sullen silence.