Ah, finally some peace and quiet in this blasted cavern. The tiled floor beneath my feet is a comforting sight, as it's become something of a familiar presence during my adventures. I glance over at the grand stone plinth, feeling a pang of pity for the poor monk who met his end there, surrounded by multiple arrow wounds. It's almost poetic in its tragedy, really.
But enough about him, let's focus on more important matters - like me! I quickly chug down a potion of healing and feel my health return.
Anyway, back to the matter at hand: loot! There's the black axe I've been seeking, along with the remains of a skeleton warrior and a zombie. How delightful.
Well, I suppose there's only one way to settle this.