[ I hope you've given serious thought to your predicament. The interior of the cabin is suffocatingly tight, more of a glorified tunnel than a building. It's stone walls squeeze against your sides, leaving you no choice but to press forward. The only furniture of note is an iron altar, jutting out from the wall, a pristine blade perched on it's edge. ]

[ The blade is your implement. You'll need it if you're going to do this right. ]

[ You take the blade from the altar. It would be difficult to slay the Princess and save the world without a weapon. ]

[ You then step forward and approach the door to the basement, bringing your fist crashing down against the rocky surface. It swings open, scraping against the floor as it reveals the dim path ahead. ]

[ Before you is what may as well be a sheer cliff-face. There are enough footholds that you'll be able to clamber your way to the bottom, but it will require careful effort. ]

[ The air hissing up from below is warm and wet, like the breath of an enemy locked in close-quarters. If the Princess lives here, slaying her is probably doing her a favor. ]

[ Her voice, bold and fierce and impatient, echoes from the chamber below. ] " Do you have more fight in you than last time? That was such a disappointing show. I know you can do better than that. Now, I'm still chained up. So how about you come down here and fight me? " [ You've nowhere to go but down. You start the difficult journey, gripping the stone, lowering yourself foot by grueling foot. But soon, there is solid ground beneath you. ]

[ You turn to face what lies at the end of the tunnel. The Princess, imposing and tightly-muscled, grins back at you from the darkness. The chain on her shackle was broken, her previous statement having been a lie. Her face widens into a broader grin. ] " There you are, knife in hand. How thrilling. Attack me, bleed me, twist the blade in my flesh, break your bones against my body. I want a real challenge this time. "