Ah, restoration at last. My precious life force has been replenished by a measly few points, but I suppose I should be grateful. After all, every drop in the bucket counts, doesn't it? Now, where was I? Oh yes, standing in this wretched, forsaken passageway with options to go right, left, or rear. How delightful.
I take a moment to survey my surroundings, straining my eyes to pierce the darkness that envelops me. My darkvision proves to be of some service, allowing me to discern not only the three passageways before me but also a flight of stairs descending into the abyss on the left.
But alas, I've already explored all the destinations at this intersection and I must press on.
I suppose I should return to that dreadful four-way intersection and see if I can't find some other equally unappealing option. Decisions, decisions. What's a warrior to do?