As I stand at the four-way intersection of this desolate, abandoned ruin, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all, what's a little exploration without some unwelcome vermin trying to gnaw on my chain mail-clad legs? Four snarling, oversized weasels charge towards me, their beady eyes gleaming with malicious intent. I can't help but scoff at their pitiful attempts to take me down.
With a swift and calculated swing of my trusty black axe, I dispose of the first furry pest, dealing a crushing blow of cleaving the pest in half. The second and third creatures fail to mark me, their attacks falling short like their diminutive stature would suggest. My retaliation is merciless; another giant weasel falls, this time with its skull split open.
As I glance at the carnage, I can't help but feel a tinge of disappointment - where's the challenge in this?
The fourth and final creature manages to land a bite, dealing a mortal wound. But just as I begin to despair a mysterious divine healing intervenes, preserving my life for another day. I suppose I should be grateful, but honestly, it's hardly worth the effort.
With quick swipes of my trusty black axe, I dispatch the last two oversized rodents.
I take a moment to catch my breath and search the area for any valuable items or useful supplies. My eyes fall upon a small pile of copper coins - 20 in total. It's hardly a king's ransom, but I suppose it'll do for now. Though it is curious, I don't remember these coins being here earlier when I first entered the ruins.
As I gaze at the four lifeless bodies of my foes, I can't help but feel a sense of pride. Sure, they may have been nothing more than oversized pests, but one must start somewhere, I suppose. I can't help but feel that even greater challenges lie ahead.
Now, the question remains: which path shall I take next? Shall I continue forwards, or turn left and explore further into this dark, ominous passageway? Decisions, decisions...