Ah, the thrill of adventure beckons me further into this dank and ominous passageway. I tread with caution, my darkvision guiding me through the inky blackness as I enter a cavern adorned with a tiles floor that gleams beneath my feet. My eyes are immediately drawn to a grand stone plinth at the chamber's end, where a two-handed war axe rests like a slumbering beast, eager to devour any who dare approach. The poor sap next to it, a monk by the looks of his robes, met a grisly end in his attempt to claim it, now riddled with multiple arrow wounds. A true testament to my superiority, I suppose.

The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and burnt torches, punctuated by the faint whispers and muffled footsteps lurking in the darkness beyond this macabre scene. I can't help but feel a chill run down my spine as I listen to the dripping water echo off the cavern walls, adding an eerie rhythm to the cacophony of hushed voices that seem to emanate from every shadowy corner.

And then, there they are - the combatants I so enjoy vanquishing. A zombie, its tattered clothing barely clinging to its putrid skin and infected wounds oozing green pus, accompanied by a skeletal warrior in rusted armor, wielding a shortsword with skull-like precision. How original, I think to myself as I size up my foes, readying my battleaxe and chainmail armor for the inevitable confrontation.

The fight commences, and I waste no time in striking down the undead abomination before me. My axe slices through the air with a satisfying thwack, connecting with the zombie's disgusting form and dealing some measly damage. The skeleton warrior, silent as death itself, swings its shortsword but misses me entirely. I retaliate, my axe finding its mark once more and dealing additional damage to the rotting husk before me. It groans and moans, flailing its arms in a vain attempt to strike back.

The skeletal warrior attacks again, its blade slicing through the air and striking true, dealing a painful amount of damage. I grit my teeth and continue the onslaught, my axe finding purchase in both the zombie's and skeleton's forms, reducing their health until they are nothing but piles of bones and rotting flesh. With a sigh of relief, I survey the scene, taking stock of the 8 copper pieces I find amongst the carnage.

The talisman that had been guiding me suddenly snaps and disappears, leaving me to my own devices once more.

I consider my options: