The damp spongy moss padded Havoc's hoofbeats as he trod slowly along a narrow tunnel of the overgrown dungeon. He had been running from room to room for what felt like an eternity already. His panic increased with each new terrible thing that sprang up from the undergrowth or landed on his back from the darkness above. Finally, he had found a corridor that seemed less traveled and less... inhabited by creepy things. It was nice to take a break, letting his heartbeat slow and the lather dry a...