...It's been maybe two minutes. HOW.
Originally Posted by Benson
Daniel of the Like A Boss-Deeper into the Crypts
The stallion's trail long gone earlier would become cold, literally too. It soon felt like he just stumbled into a labyrinth-like crypt here. Twisting passages with just the echoing sounds of his hoof steps. It smelled musty and like mold.
Daniel stops. Oh. Well. There's your problem.
With that thought, he starts running back the way he came, mind racing in an attempt to retrace his steps.