I saunter back into the crypt through the secret door in the alcove, my nose already wrinkling in disgust at the musty aroma that permeates the air. I can't decide whether this smell is more akin to that of spoiled milk or the ripe scent of a rotting compost heap - either way, it leaves much to be desired.

As I stand in this massive, dimly lit room with its stone walls and alcoves filled with the skeletal remains of monks, I can't help but feel a mix of curiosity and annoyance. The air is heavy with the stench of decay, and I can practically taste the mystery that lingers in the atmosphere. My darkvision pierces the gloom, casting an eerie green hue over the chamber and its gruesome contents.

I cast a fleeting glance at the empty alcove in the east wall from where I just exited. A wry smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I dismiss any thoughts of investigating it further. After all, I've already explored the hidden chamber that revealed itself through that empty space, only to find it utterly underwhelming. Why bother with it again when I know there are no new discoveries waiting for me? Been there, done that, and have the magical talisman-shaped hole in my inventory as proof.

With a theatrical sigh, I consider my options: