Ah, finally some peace and quiet after that dreadfully dull skirmish with those pathetic undead creatures. I suppose it's time for me, Galath Galahad, to press onward. I am currently standing in a dark passageway, the walls of which are adorned with various mosses and fungi, giving off an eerie glow. The air is damp and stale, and I can hear the faint drip of water echoing throughout the corridor.
I reach the three-way intersection.
To my right, the passage extends into darkness, while to my left, a flight of stairs descends after about 10 feet, leading to the old wine cellar and its now dead giant rats.
Oh, right, I almost forgot. It seems that I have the option to return to that dreadful four-way intersection I encountered earlier. How could I possibly forget such a delightful experience? Surely, I must be losing my mind. But alas, I suppose revisiting that place is better than revisiting the same places once again.
Very well, then. It seems that I have made my decision, although it was more out of necessity than actual desire. I shall return to that wretched four-way intersection and see if there's anything interesting waiting for me there. Or perhaps I'll just get lost again. Who knows?
Here's hoping that the next passage I take won't lead me to another dead end or, worse yet, another group of those pitiful undead creatures. But knowing my luck, I wouldn't be surprised if it did.