Moments after their deperate battle with the fire-breathing orc, the 
trio's torch winked out, leaving them in pitch-blackness.

Ajax:  AHH!  I'm blind!!  Oh, wait, the torch went out.  (bumping into Ozzy)
  Oof.  Hey, watch where you're going!
Rimli:  (wincing) I suppose things are a bit dark for ya there, Ajax. Hang
  on, I'm gonna take this orc's head as a trophy. I'll rip his tusks out
  later. (Rimli noisily hacks at the orc's head)
Ajax:  (standing still so as not to bump into anything else)  That's pretty
  disgusting, Rimli.  I just want you to know that.
Ozzy:  Hey Rim!  Watch were you throw that gore!  I'm trying to see if this 
  stiff has anything interesting.  I'll get the armor offa him.  You make 
  sure Ajax doesn't hurt himself or us with that sword of his in the dark.
  Hmm... maybe I should just light another torch.
Ajax:  You have torches?
Ozzy:  (patting his pack in the dark) Hey, I've got _everything_.
Rimli:  (hums a tune while chopping at the orc's thick neck)
Ozzy:  (who sounds like he is digging in his backpack) I believe we should 
  loot the dead and return to the others, as soon as I get this damn torch 
  lit, grr....
Rimli:  (he has succeeded in decapitating the orc) Ah... now _that's_ a 
  head! (holds the grotesque trophy by its greasy tufts of hair)
Ozzy:  (holding a new lit torch) Here Ajax. (hands the halfling the torch) 
  You and Rimli go check out that skeleton with the short sword. I would 
  recommend bashing it's skull immediately, for none of us are in good 
  enough shape to fight a skeleton right now. Make sure to get that sword, 
  it might be magical. I'll check out the orc leader. (moves to do so)
Rimli:  Springing traps would be a bad idea-- loot the leader, but I'd 
  say leave the chest and skeleton alone. Let someone come back with Eag, 
  or several someones, and take care of extra loot.  That armor 
  he/it/whatever was wearing was something rather nice-- and that glaive 
  ate through my own chain like nothin'. Let's grab `em, Oz.
Ozzy:  Right. (looking at the glaive) Hmm, might be magical.  Here Ajax, 
  make yourself useful. (hands him the bloody chain mail)
Ajax:  (takes the armor, and then looks at it suspiciously) Rimli... didn't 
  you cut through this chain when you sliced the orc?
Rimli:  Damn straight.  Neck to waist.  It's a shame to waste such finely-
  crafted armor, though.
Ajax:  I don't know how to tell you this, but this chain shirt is in 
  perfect condition.  No broken links-- not even any _bent_ links!  
  Weird, huh?
Rimli:  (looks at the armor with renewed interest despite the fact that 
  it's too big for him)
Ozzy:  He also had this sword. (unbuckles the sheathed blade from the 
  orc's belt and draws the blade) Doesn't look like much, though.  Look, 
  there's even a notch in it.
Rimli:  Well, let's take it back anyway.  
Ozzy:  (uses the glaive to rise to his feet and stands unsteadily) Let's 
  go find the others.  I need rest!
Ajax:  Agreed. (wonders how Eagle's feeling)
Rimli:  Let's see, do we have everything?  Armor... glaive... sword... 
  head.  Yep, let's go.

Without further difficulty, you make your way back to the secret door.  As
you enter, you see that only Alenniel is still awake; actually, he's
swinging a shortsword around in the air, an odd passtime for the archer
Elf.