I turn right and return to the four-way intersection.
My darkvision illuminates a dismal sight: four passageways disappearing off into the distance, all shrouded in darkness. The air is thick with tension as I hear the faint rustling of something approaching. Low and behold, it's a group of six oversized, menacing weasels, standing on their hind legs, ready to pounce. These giant weasels are about three feet long and two feet tall, with coarse fur ranging from brown to gray to red, and sharp teeth and claws perfect for shredding unwary adventurers like myself.
I steel myself for a fight against these beasts in the pitch-black darkness of this forsaken place.
Combat ensues as the group led by a giant weasel charges towards me with ferocity. The first weasel lunges, its bite sinking into my flesh, dealing a painful amount of damage. I'm left reeling from the attack, but I manage to strike back using my trusty black axe, dealing an equally devastating blow to another weasel. Unfortunately, another one of these vermin manages to sink its teeth into me once more, and this time, it's lethal.
But wait! In the nick of time, a mysterious divine healing by an unknown dark god intervenes, preventing my untimely demise. I'm back on my feet, but not for long. The weasels continue their relentless attack, and before I know it, I'm struck again and left lifeless on the cold stone floor, weasel food.
Oh, well. At least I can say I went down fighting.