I find myself standing in this vast, dimly lit room, its stone walls adorned with alcoves - each one serving as a sad little crypt for the skeletal remains and desecrated corpses of monks. The air is heavy with the stench of decay, and I can't help but feel a sense of history and mystery in this once sacred space. It seems my companions and I aren't the first to stumble upon this eerie place, as previous visitors have left behind remnants of their past.
The empty niche in the east wall catches my eye, perhaps holding valuable information or clues regarding the reason for their departure. However, I dismiss any thoughts of examining it further; after all, I already discovered there's nothing new to find in that hidden chamber within.
Now, I ponder my next move: should I continue exploring these alcoves for potential treasure, or would my time be better spent stepping back through the creaky portcullis and returning to the four-way intersection outside this crypt? Decisions, decisions...