I stand in the pitch darkness of this desolate cavern, the only light coming from my enchanted axe that grants me the gift of darkvision. My surroundings are a grim reminder of a battle long past, with the remains of a skeleton warrior and a zombie littering the floor. I can't help but feel a twinge of pity for these hapless creatures, meeting their end in such a forgotten place.

As I return to the three-way intersection, I take stock of my resources, considering my options. I turn my attention to my surroundings. I see passageways leading to the rear, right, and left. The passage to the left ends after ten feet, revealing a flight of stairs heading down. I can't help but feel a sense of intrigue as I contemplate my next move.

I'm sure whatever I choose will be absolutely thrilling. Or not. Who knows, who cares? I suppose I'll just have to see what happens next.

Do I continue on or shall I restore vitality?