As I stand atop the hill, gazing upon the ruined abbey, I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement in my heart - or perhaps it's just the indigestion from that questionable stew I had for lunch. Nevertheless, I steel myself and begin to explore the timeworn structures, taking in the scent of decay that hangs heavy in the air. The only other living creatures brave enough to linger here are the birds, whose distant calls echo through the ruins.

My boots crunch on the rubble beneath me as I pick my way through the debris, searching for anything of interest amongst the dilapidated buildings. And then, hidden from sight, I discover a set of hewn stone stairs leading deep into the earth. Just what every adventurer longs for - a chance to be swallowed by darkness and mystery. With a sigh that could only be described as equal parts reluctance and excitement, I make my way towards it. After all, one must always keep moving forward, even if it means descending into certain peril.

As I venture deeper into the ruins, I find myself grateful for the potion of Darkvision that allows me to see clearly in the pitch darkness. Each step echoes through the silence, accompanied by the clicks from the heals of my boots. With every click, I half expect a monster to jump out at me, or for the step to give way under my armor-clad feet.

At last, I reach the landing and find myself facing a long, dark passageway to my right. My curiosity piqued, I decide to investigate further. But not before taking a moment to admire my own cunning and bravery - after all, it takes real guts to explore a dark, abandoned ruin such as this one.

As I make my way down the passageway, I reach under my armor and pull out the black talisman that my uncle Zahra had gifted me earlier. With great ceremony, I place it around my neck and recite the incantation "Atrum securis, monstrate mihi viam" - or in common tongue, "Black axe, show me the way". A faint warmth emanates from the talisman as I speak, and I feel a weak urge to continue following the passageway. It seems my magical talents are coming in handy after all.

At last, I come upon a dank and musty 4-way intersection. The passages to my right, left, and front all plunge into the shadows, as if eager to swallow me whole. I can't help but feel a sense of foreboding as I contemplate my next move.

My trusty chain mail armor hugs my torso, providing a modicum of comfort in this disconcerting place. My battleaxe rests snugly in my grip, a faithful companion that has served me well thus far on this thrilling adventure. I've also got the black talisman nestled against my chest, which has been emitting a faint warmth ever since I put it on and recited the incantation.

Now, as I consider my options, the talisman seems to have its own opinions about where I should go. When I think of venturing forward or turning right, the talisman grows cooler against my skin, but when I ponder going left, it warms up!

Shall I: