>>5750238As the echoes of the battle fade, you take a cautious look around, your flashlight's beam revealing the aftermath of the confrontation. The mine's atmosphere seems to have settled back into an uneasy quiet, punctuated only by the faint dripping of water and the distant echoes of your own breathing.
You inspect the area where Rum had been, but there's no trace of the redcap remaining. It's as if he was swallowed by the very shadows he wielded. The ground is scuffed and marked from the struggle, but there are no remnants, no clues left behind to indicate his presence.
As you explore further, you notice something glinting in the corner of the tunnel. Kneeling down, you pick up a small, tarnished bell – it makes the same jingle that had accompanied Rum. It's a somber reminder of the encounter, a trinket that once held an ominous melody. You slip it into your pocket, a memento of the danger you faced and the secrets you've uncovered.
With the immediate area yielding no further clues, you turn your attention to the walls themselves. The symbols etched into the stone seem to have taken on a new significance after your encounter with Rum. They tell a story of struggle, of miners who sought to uncover the mine's secrets, only to be met with darkness and danger. The pickaxe marks and scratches seem to mirror the scars left by your battle, a connection that sends a shiver down your spine.
