"We need to put an end to his involvement with the Horde, that's for certain." "You're right, though... I can almost smell a... tingle, in the air." Cerul shivers, as they progress deeper.<br/><br/>Unknown to the party ahead, while the next room is but a grisly, blood-stained laboratory, the next is where he stores his 'creations', horrible, twisted, mutated beasts that were, at one time, noble lions.