Nervously the sooty bay trotted around, looking into every path that met with the dungeon floor he was in at this time.
The worries were written to his face and the only thing that keeps him from losing it right now was probably his little dragon pet,
Menace. Some could argue now that it was only a pygmy drake but Jörd didn't really care about the details. The horse was looking left and right...
He was lost and needed to find a way back to his hired guide. "Crispiiinnnn" the courser called and hoped for an answer. But nothing,
just the all present silence of the dungeon. Meanwhile menace has sat down on Jörds back and curled up to a little dragon donut, all this flying around made it very tired.
While on his search, the courser noticed some veins growing out of a corridor. Little yellow flowers bloomed on them and the flower's smell had something soothing to it.
Jörd looked at the veins and then decided to follow them and their scent. Slowly walking next to the plant, being all calm now.
At some spots the veins even grew little pumpkins.

"Jörd? Jörd!! Over here" a voice called near the horse who was all sunken into thoughts as he looked at the veins and blooms and pumpkins.
He slowly lifted his head and looked in the direction of the voice. It was the old dungeoneer Crispin who was trotting towards him.
" good that i found you Jörd! Already thought I have lost you down here" did the Gray courser say in a joking voice.
As everyone knew he would never lose anything in here. The old horse knows the dungeon as well as his own pelt.
The Sooty Horse got ripped outta his trance and looked at Crispin with joy, he was rescued hooray !