This deep in the pit, the shadows seem to churn around you, hungrily wafting towards your rusty lantern in thick, smothering plumes.
"Hm.. No way out but down, eh? I admire your resolve, but I'd wager you got three minutes before showtime, so let's choose your first boon. Every growing wretch needs to eat their meat to get big and strong, right? Or maybe you're a cool customer who just needs to clear their head? Either way, Ol' Grafton has you covered. Choose."