I take a deep breath and return to the three-way intersection, my chain mail armor clinking softly as I move. The passageway splits in three directions: right, left, and the passageway behind me. To my left, I see the passageway extend another ten feet then a flight of stairs leads downwards. To my right the four-way intersection is just ahead. I stand there for a moment, taking in the sight before me.
I'm well-equipped for whatever comes my way, with my trusty black axe at my side and chain mail armor protecting my body. However, I'm unarmed on my off-hand. I shrug, thinking to myself, "Who needs a shield when you have sarcasm and wit?"