Rabbit had given up trying to keep distance with the male after what he had encountered earlier, the stench of copper still burning through his muzzle. It felt so so wrong to be in that place like something dastardly had happened there. 

Now the male, Terrance, was walking alongside him, something he would have never thought to happen. They continued through the second level of the dungeon, Rocky safely secured on his back holding onto part of his mane. He was eating a rock he had found on the ground quite happily, his little stone leggies kicking about. 

"What's that.l?"

a loud clanging sound could be heard echoing through the level, Rabbit looking around curiously as to what made the noise. Terrance didn't seem to worried about this sound at least..

"It's a forge, why? Have you never seen one before? Adventurers sometimes bring merchants and blacksmiths into the dungeon, the second level is especially good for smithing. Making weapons and metal tools or gear."

Rabbit hummed at that. He didn't like the others invading his home.. though it was nice to see them create for once, rather than just destroy.