Ah, finally, a flight of stairs leading up and out. I suppose it's time for me to make my way back to the surface, back to the comforts of town. Nothing else seems to be of interest here anyway.
As I ascend the stairs, I can feel the weight of the Black Axe on my shoulder and the clinking of coins in my pouch. It's not often that one stumbles upon such a rare and powerful weapon as this. The thrill of discovery still courses through me, even after all these years.
Making my way back to town, I can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. This expedition has been more successful than I could have ever imagined. My pack is laden with treasures, and my coin pouch is weighty on my belt. The aromas of roasting meat waft through the air, tantalizing my nose while the sounds of laughter fill my ears.
Entering the local inn, I am greeted by the warm embrace of its atmosphere. I take a seat, weary-eyed, and order myself a warm ale. Sipping on it, I savor these moments, feeling the weight of my newfound wealth in my pack. The weapon, the treasures, the coins - all of it is mine, and mine alone.
And so, here I am, basking in the afterglow of my triumphant exploration. My journey has been filled with danger, excitement, and ultimately, success. I have found one of the best weapons I've ever seen, and I can't wait to see what other adventures await me.