Sunder had never really expected to reach the Moor.

It just wasn't something that he thought he'd be doing in his current state of employment.
Or rather, the lack thereof.

Especially not with one of the most renowned heroes in courser history.

Afterall, Crispin was far beyond his own abilities when it came to the dungeon, and the fact that he was still interested in Sunder after the failed job interview made him wonder what he had missed. Had he secretly done better than expected, even though he'd arrived late to the interview with Terrence? Despite all of Terrence's huffing and puffing, had he made a good impression? He was so absurdly focused on his thoughts, he had hardly talked or heard a word the legend had said the entire way through the Overgrown Caverns and Eathern Furnace.

Crispin could've been saying the strangest things, and Sunder wouldn't have had the foggiest idea that anything strange had happened. 

"Sunder? Have you been listening?" Somehow, this time when Crispin spoke, it managed to break through his thoughts. 

"What?" He blinked, deep brown eyes fixing on the dappled grey courser before him, ears pricked as Whisper, his wispy companion floated besides him. 

Crispin frowned. "I said, once we open this chest you can have everything it holds. Unless there's anything particularly cursed that is. But I haven't the need for treasure so-"

"Oh!" Sunder gave a firm little nod. "I see. Sorry. I'm trying to figure out why you brought me down here." He stepped forwards to look at the chest that Crispin had been talking about. It was tucked under some rubble and overgrown grass, the rusted out metal binding rotting wooden boards together barely visible from where he had been standing earlier. He blinked, he didn't remember entering this large, strangely vacant room. It was absolutely cluttered with remnants of what had to be another one of the many strange towers that dotted the grand expanse of the fateful Moor. He found himself blinking again as he shoved all his weight against a large block of stone keeping the chest firmly sealed. "I feel as though I failed the job interview with Terrence. I was late... my answers weren't great... yah know, all the things one needs to do to fail." He grunted, the weight lightening as Crispin stepped up beside him and helped heave.

"You did fail." Crispin spoke through a breathless grunt as he stepped back from the oversized piece of rubble, his eyes fixed on the half splintered treasure box. He didn't seem to see Sunder sag at the information. "But you made me curious. There's something about you. It makes me wonder what your place in the dungeon will be, when you eventually discover it." 

It seemed he wouldn't be getting a job at the guild then. Oh well. He had expected as much, but it was still a bit saddening. He'd been hoping ever since he failed the job for Aehwyn that he'd be able to do something for the guild. But now he was here, talking about how he couldn't even do that with one of the most well known coursers in all of the Kingdom. "I see... Do you think I actually have any potential down here?" He heard his voice crack as the words leapt from his throat. He winced, ignoring the creeping sensation of inadequacy as he nudged the lid open with his muzzle, hoping the glint of treasure might ease the burden of feeling he would never be enough. 

"I don't think your place in the world is what you hope it will be." Crispin's words felt oddly sage, as if there was some wisdom Sunder couldn't even begin to understand. 

The failure of a knight tried hard not to frown, slowly lifting piece after piece of treasure into his pack. He paused, eyes fixating on an amulet. Its shape was strangely familiar, the coat of arms inscribed across it almost exactly like the one he bore on his armor. He squinted, pulling the amulet into the light. "Well that's odd." 

"What's that?" Crispin asked stopping what might've become a not so inspirational speech at the first hint of something strange.

"That's my family's coat of arms." Sunder said, ears twitching. The amulet was beautiful, and eerily similar. "Do you think it's a coincidence?" 

Cirspin's eyes locked with Sunder's, sending a strange chill down the knight's spine. "Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't." 

The words sent a strange recoil through Sunder making him shiver as he rushed to put the seal away. "I don't want to read into that at the moment... so... in my bag it goes." He glanced up at Crispin, wondering if he were truly was the first.