Winding her way through the dungeon, Brynn never quite knows what to expect. Still, with her lighthearted attitude and strong sense of self, what could go well and truly wrong? There's nothing that can't be fixed with enough time or enough coin... as far as she can tell. Nothing that she's encountered <I>yet</i> can't be fixed in such a way, at least. Sure, this level of the dungeon is a bit more dangerous than whatever was going on upstairs, but that won't get her down. What's life without a little sweat!

At least... at least until she catches a loose cobblestone in the floor. A telltale click, one she can barely process before the first burst of flame erupts from the stony ground beneath her feet. Brynn can't help herself, letting go a surprised yip and stumbling backward. Rocky doesn't say a word (in his typical fashion), instead moving toward the source of the heat.

Oh. That's right. He's made of obsidian, forged in... literally this environment exactly. As the initial panic clears from her mind, an idea comes together in Brynn's mind. Ears pitching forward, looking at the golem with interest. <b>"Hey can you do me a favor?"</b> Right, it's a good idea. <b>"You like the heat, can you block the flames while we cross?"</b> He doesn't move quickly, but Rocky would make a darn good shield, in these circumstances particularly. With an agreeable rumble, the construct moves ahead, Brynn following closely in his wake.