No, that was a sacrifice I made much later on by taking a demonic artifact, to defeat a powerful foe and his armies.

[Read: He saw something shiny and magical and touched the thing because it was cool, like a moth to a bug zapper.]

But such is a story for another time. This place reeks of blood, and I sense evil wandering about the halls. I assume you have some sort of useful skills if you've managed to live this long?