Once upon a time there came a horrible snakelike beeing to the deeper mines. It killed many miners, because that 'snake' was a bassilsk horrible beeing with a gaze that could turn living beeings into stone. Many heroes tried to kill it but none suceeded, some fled, most died. One day a wise man which name is forgotten. He had some knowledge about theese horrible creatures. He advised the miners to cover the minewalls with torches and lamps. Scared by the dispised bright light the basilisk retreated deeper and deeper into the mines until the mines managed to create a cave in behind him. If the miners I talked to did not make fun of me we have to assume that the basilisk is still there...