Ah, finally some time for a bit of self-care. I gaze upon my wounded form and consider my options: should I cast one of my exceedingly powerful healing spells, or perhaps quaff one of my many potions? No, on second thought, I'll just go ahead and cast this Healing Hand spell. After all, why waste a perfectly good potion when I can use my own magical abilities to mend my wounds?
With but a flick of my wrist and a mere six words, I manage to restore some of my health! What a marvel of arcane prowess I am. I stand tall, admiring my now much healthier self in the dim light of this desolate cavern.
As I continue my exploration of this vast chamber, I can't help but notice the familiar sight of the tiled floor beneath my feet and the grand stone plinth at the far end. How utterly unremarkable. But wait, what is this? Two lifeless forms lay before me - a Skeleton Warrior and a Zombie, both defeated by me. How positively thrilling.
I approach the first fallen foe, the Skeleton Warrior, with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. Its bony frame lies broken and defeated, a mere shadow of its former menacing self. I sneer at the pitiful creature, pondering how such a weakling could ever pose a threat to anyone.
The second form, the Zombie, fares no better. Its decomposing flesh hangs from its bones, a grotesque display of decay and defeat. I can't help but feel a sense of superiority wash over me as I gaze upon these two pitiful creatures. How fortunate for me that they were unable to put up much of a fight.
With my curiosity satiated, I decide it's time to move on. Backtracking seems so... uninspired. Oh well, when one is as brilliant and talented as myself, even the most mundane choices can lead to greatness.