The green stallion rests upon the edge of a ravine, the mist forming at the bottom suggest water, but he’s fallen into plenty of spikes to not trust the bottom. A bridge laid next to him, it seemed to basically be in disrepair. The rope could snap at any moment. Ahead of the bridge is some neat ruins the colt thought should be explored! Sure he said no ‘treasure hunting’ but this is exploring ancient ruins! Totally different.