I take a deep breath and decide to head right, walking with an air of confidence that only the most experienced adventurers possess. I stride down the passageway, my armor clanking against the cold stone walls with each step.

At last, I reach the end of the passage - a large crypt room before me with a rusty portcullis that blocks access. From floor to ceiling a series of alcoves cover every wall. In the alcoves rest the bones of long dead monks. The sight is both eerie and fascinating, as if I've stumbled upon a forgotten piece of history.

I push open the portcullis and its aged iron groans under my touch, releasing a symphony of rusted screeches that echoes through the chamber beyond. The door creaks and protests as I push against it, the sound reverberating off the walls like the world's most unwelcome dinner guest. Decades-old neglected hinges cry out in agony as they begrudgingly yield to my touch.

I step cautiously into the dimly lit space, my darkvision piercing the gloom as I take in the chilling sight before me. The room stretches out, a whopping ninety feet in width and forty feet in depth, its cold stone walls adorned with intricately carved alcoves. Each recess is shrouded in shadow, concealing their contents from prying eyes. A sense of unease creeps over me as I consider what lies hidden within these darkened corners.

The sanctuary now stands corrupted by time and neglect. The stench of rot fills my nostrils, mingling with the musty odor of old parchment and damp stone. My footsteps echo off the walls as I make my way deeper into the room, my eyes scanning the alcoves for any sign of treasure or danger.

I notice a single empty alcove nestled in the eastern wall, its occupant long since vanished. I can't help but wonder what could have happened to the bones that once rested there. Perhaps they were stolen as a morbid souvenir, or maybe they crumbled to dust with time.

But, alas, my trusty talisman suddenly snaps and disappears, leaving me without so much as a "bon voyage" as it abandons me in this dismal place. How very rude. I can't help but feel a twinge of betrayal as I realize that my magical guide has left me to fend for myself.

Now I am left to ponder my next move: