Deeper into yon cave

Thou leavest him standeing amongst his slain brethren in arms. Thou walketh shoeful unto ye depths of ye WIZARD CAVE. There art beautiful things, joyful displays, and glorious treasures to behold amongst these strange tunnels but thy cold heart only propels thee forward and forward unto ye deepest darkness of ye WIZARD CAVE.

All who cross thy path scowl upon thy homely heart and spit upon thy shoes. It doth not concern thee.

Thou comest finally to ye deepest room in ye cave. There art a door.