As the party fans out in a defensive formation, a slowly building howl of raw anguish begins to fill the cavern, as a swirling column of blue mist rises from the lake, and the 'stars' on the ceiling descend, spinning and spiraling around the column, that twists and manifests into the shape of a feral-looking halfing, who screams, "<em><strong>SHE! IS! MINE!</strong></em>" his features twisting and contorting into a terrifying visage.<br/><br/>Everyone needs to make a DC 22 Will save vs. fear, or be panicked for 1 round.