As I stand in this musty, four-way intersection, I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. After all, I've managed to survive thus far in these decrepit ruins. To my left, there's a passage that leads back towards the surface and those overrated "ruins above." The other passages are shrouded in darkness, which is just as well since I've had quite enough exploring for one day.

In this dimly lit area, I notice four lifeless forms of Giant Weasels scattered around me. It seems they couldn't handle a good thrashing from my Black Axe. What a shame. I briefly consider taking their pelts as a trophy, but then again, who am I going to show off to in this forsaken place?

I suppose it's time for me to make my way back to the surface. It's not that I'm afraid of the dark or anything, but one can only take so much of this place before they start going mad. Besides, I could use a hot meal and some decent company - preferably someone who can carry on an intelligent conversation, unlike these mute corpses.