Hold on a moment, let me think...

As you eye each of the three paths... -this just seems like an awfully bad idea. None of them are good. You didn't bring any antivenom and it looks like poisonous creatures will be everywhere; you want the treasure, but you don't get it by starting on the wrong foot and going solo on a deadly path!

You cup your chin with a gloved forefinger and thumb, then think. Lots of adventurers like you just die out here in droves. But- what if you wait and make a whole party?! Someone else like you is bound to come along soon.

It's a good idea! You grin and make a plan: you start clearing some shrubs and vines near the fork of the three paths (near which you spot plenty of skeletons) and then you start pitching a crude tent: you didn't bring one, you actually just find a few of them in the overgrowth and salvage the best one...

And it's a good one. The brown flaps have some holes in them, but it's a nice foreign cube-shaped tent with a generous awning. You sit under it on a scavenged stool you also found amidst the skeletons and abandoned gear, then you wait patiently...

-you've been waiting a damn long time now. You yawn, cross your legs and stretch while the realization that not many people are all that **** to come here starts to sink in. Still, you persevere, and... wait.

Travel is pretty tiresome. Your stiff wooden stool starts to feel oddly comfortable, and your eyelids feel heavy.