Light shined through the open trapdoor. The relief he felt upon this discovery was palatable. Like that first sip of ones favourite drink after a bout of thirst. Gillian let out a soft and quiet yet audible ahh sound. 

All he could see through the trapdoor was a stone ceiling. Curiosity got the better of Gilligan for he, without hesitation, pulled himself up through the opening. 

He climbed up into the floor on all fours. The floor itself was made of a different type of stone this time. Not as smooth to the touch, nor as clean. It felt a little warm as well. 

Gilligan stood up in order to survey his surroundings more effectively. He was surrounded by stone walls. A square opening each were carved into the walls to his left and to his right. Behind him a doorway without a door was also carved out. The room itself wasn't very big. The area seemed to be about forty meters squared. 

Through the openings, he could see trees and sunlight. He could hear the breeze, peppered the chirping of birds. This place seemed all too familiar.

[color=gold]"Gosh darn it!"[/color] yelled Gilligan.  

The frustration was really starting to get to him. This was the stone hut through which he entered the underground limestone dungeon in the first place. 

Gilligan faced two choices. Either he could venture back into the limestone dungeon to try to uncover its mysteries. Or he could give up for the day and go home. 

Asking the rangers guild in town for help with the dungeon could be a good idea, though they would probably demand almost all the loot, including the inevitable grand prize at the end of every dungeon. The magical dungeons always seemed to have the coolest stuff. Would Gilligan be content with the meagre scraps that would be left behind for him?

Did Gilligan feel smart enough to uncover the mystery on his own? Perhaps he doubted his intelligence? Maybe he was close to solving the puzzle? Or maybe he was way off. The choice was his.