The behir guards the entrance of the lair, nesting in the cave in the chest of the lion, resting between its paws. Deeper inside, a band of hobgoblins, led by a skilled bard, room in the Ghostlord's 'guest quarters'. Beyond that, a small army of undead abominations, mostly lions or twisted experiments, lurk, awaiting his commands. At the back, the Ghostlord himself resides, though he's currently working in his laboratory, around a large pool of sickly, yellow liquid, that gives off an aura of foul, twisted magic.<br/><br/>It takes an hour to round everyone up, and finish preparations for the fight. Maura's a bit distressed. "The land here... I can hear it calling, even inside this place. It's tormented, has been for centuries. I think... the Ghostlord does something to it. Steals the life from it." She shivers.<br/><br/>(The Ghostlord is, in fact, a Blighter, an ex-druid with evil, anti-nature powers.)