The trek through the dungeon had been spent in relative silence thus far, the mouth of one Bojack Horseman screwed stubbornly shut in an attempt to make it through this community service mission in peace. Having been made to get up so early, he was still nursing a headache from the previous night's activities, leaving him to trudge along, head low, after the more experienced horse that was Logue.

Bojack, truthfully, never expected to find himself within the dungeons,. The whole prospect of it seemed like an deathtrap, home to to some of the world's foulest things. Then again...if that were true, maybe he deserved to be down here, after all. His recent misadventure had saddled him with charges, and in turn he was now made to do community service. What did that entail today? Being the Porter for Logue as he went through and inspected some of the older tunnels. Something something a recent tremor making the integrity of these tunnels being at question. Sounded dangerous.

He supposed it was, but at least he didn't have to talk much, and the tunnels were dark enough to spare his sensitive eyes.