"You got that right!" Chestnut lifted his head up high, while trotting along in style. Unicorn style mind you. He waited patiently as they took a break, making idle chat about this and that.
Continuing on, making their way into the dungeons below, Chestnut eyed all the torture devices with a disturbed look on his face. "A dreary place, mind you." he commented, uneasy. "Definitely not a place to stop at and have a cup of relaxing tea."
He said this as he eyed some kind of spiky enclosed contraption, in which the victim would be placed inside, the door then closed therefore impaling them on the spikes inside of it. The door was partially ajar, a skeleton of a long dead person still inside, its bony jaw opened in horror even now. Eye sockets seemed to stare at the unicorn, begging him to save him from this fate even though Chestnut the valiant unicorn had arrived many centuries too late to do such.
Chestnut shuddered and moved on, but not before he told the skeleton that he was sorry even though there would be no response. "Poor chap." the unicorn muttered, eyes sad before lighting up again as they moved on from the dreadful scene.
"Ah, this must be the treasure room!" Chestnut said excitedly, as he glanced at the metal vault door. "Let's see what's inside, yes?" Pushing on the heavy door with a hoof, it creaked loudly before giving way, dust mites and dust balls aplenty going up his nose, Chestnut sneezing several times as a result.
What they saw inside would take both their breaths away, the sight nearly overwhelming in its ages old grandeur.