Kat and Vorela follow behind him, fairly closely, though neither of them have been here before, wincing at the signs of battle, from the months previous, now old and dusty. Even when he gets close enough to quite obviously be heard, there's no response, although he does hear soft muttering coming from the back room, which once held the Ghostlord's simple temple, and, apparently, is the room with the patch covering the roof.<br/><br/>"Mix the green with the blue. Two thirds of a basilisk scale. No scales. Cockatrice feather makes good substitute. Let sit for seven hours, alternate boiling and freezing every hour. Stir gently. Next potion. One dragon's claw and three different color flower petals. Boil for... six hours? Hmm. Ruin the flower petals, but only way to melt the claw. Interesting."