They both pout a little. "Can't we, you know, fry a few of the smaller undead? Maybe just a lich or two?" "Or vampires. I do like burning vampires."<br/><br/>They arrive on a plane that might make Ravenloft seem upbeat and cheerful. The sky is overcast, seemingly everywhere, allowing just enough light to allow the plant life to struggle for survival, though it's weak and pitiful, in most places. Everything is dark and dreary, and most life he can see is dead or dying. Packs of undead roam the countryside, and mortals are herded into small communities, ruled over by vampires, and treated more like cattle, than anything. Truly, a crapsack world.