I glance around, noticing that I am in a dark passageway, with options to go right, left, or rear. The passage on the left catches my eye; it ends after 10 feet and leads down a flight of stairs. How delightful, I think to myself, dead giant rats and burst wine casks.
As I stand there, pondering my next move, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for my trusty chain mail armor and black axe. At least with these by my side, I have a fighting chance against whatever other ghastly creatures may be waiting for me in the darkness.
Perhaps I'll just stand here a little longer and bask in the glory of my recent victory. After all, who knows when I'll get another chance to rest on my laurels and enjoy the peace and quiet before the next wave of monstrosities comes crashing down upon me.