I, Galath Galahad, stand victorious in this dank and dismal cavern, surrounded by the rotting husks of my foes. My chain mail armor shines dimly in the darkness, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I can still hear the faint drip of water echoing off the stone, accompanied now by the sound of my own heavy breathing.

My health is pretty low, but I am nothing if not resourceful. I glance down at the two-handed war axe on the pedestal, its black surface glinting ominously in what little light there is. Even though is is the artifact I have sought, I decide it's cursed and suddenly decide to ignore it. Besides, my trusty battleaxe has yet to fail me. And I have no desire to lug around an extra piece of equipment.

As for my talisman, it seems to have vanished into thin air. A shame, really - I was quite fond of that little trinket. But such is life in this unforgiving world.

I decide it's time to move on and I make my way back to the three-way path. It's pitch black, but thanks to my handy darkvision, I can see just fine. As I make my way down the corridor, I notice three passages ahead: one to the right, one to the left, and the one I just left. The passage to the left ends after 10 feet and leads down a flight of stairs to some dead rats.

I consider my options once again:

• Cast Healing Hand: A tempting offer, but I'm not one for wasting magic on minor injuries. Besides, I have a Potion of Healing if things get dire.
• Drink a Potion of Healing: Again, I prefer to save my resources for when they're truly needed. I give myself a pat on the back for being so thrifty.
• Return to the 4 way: Now this is more like it. I never was one for making decisions, and with three passages ahead, I'm sure to find some trouble to get into. After all, what's life without a little excitement?