in that i keep going into a cave and then dying in the cave

horrible, horrible realism

Stop going into caves

no

CONFIRMED:

I can read now

actually when did I learn to read. I was illiterate, then I spent ten years as a slave laborer in a stone quarry

you were taught so you could do the book keeping

I was very much in the rock pit, lifting rocks

you were taught so you could read the signs about where to put the rocks back down again

Maybe another prisoner taught you? ^ Or that.

the guards taught us how to read so they could put up mean signs in the quarry

The rocks taught you to read