You push onward, listening intently for any sign of ambush. Whatever lives down here has a taste for violence. After climbing down the wooden platforms for what seems hours, you spot the bottom of the cavern. A dying campfire lies in the center of the stone floor, and at the base of it sits an old man. "Made it all the way past the skulls, did you?" he says, cackling. "Join me for a bit of soup! It's been ages since I conversed with anyone but myself and the bats." You share a short meal and he gives you a basket of fish when you depart.