In a world so plastered in grey, so drab and lacking of spark, one would have imagined a 'curious cave of lush green inside the first drop in the dungeon' could have ignited some much needed spirit inside the likewise ironically grey stallion. The promise of beauty; a feast for the eyes and heart for every weary soul plagued by the vile and vulgar cruelty of the world, was supposed to be found within these caverns. The deeper you went, the more it would call its' would-be adventurers to come ...