Oh, how delightful, back to the enormous room filled with the remnants of what must have been a thriving community of monks. I can hardly contain my excitement as I take in the sight of their long-decayed remains, still resting in their alcoves. The smell of decay is positively intoxicating, and the rusty screech of the portcullis that allowed me entrance only adds to the ambiance.

I can't help but ponder the mystery that surrounds this place. What could have driven these once devout monks to abandon their sacred space?

But enough with the nostalgia, I've got more important things to attend to than marveling at the history before me. After all, there might be some treasure hidden away in these alcoves, waiting for me to discover it. Should I risk disturbing these long-dead monks in search of riches, or should I retreat through the portcullis and return to the four-way intersection outside the crypt?

I suppose I could always go back and explore the alcoves for treasure. It's not as if there's anything new to discover in that hidden chamber from before, so what do I have to lose? On the other hand, the idea of going back through that rusty portcullis and facing whatever awaits me outside is also quite appealing.

Oh, the choices I must make! It's almost too much for me to handle. But then again, when has anything ever been easy for Galath Galahad?