A square room pungent with the smell of death and decay. Mold and mildew streak down granite walls. A large camp of twenty four Skeletal Warriors fills the north half of the room and a small ostentatious pavilion at the room's center hosts the commander, Baron Seara. He is a frampire and eagerly awaits the failing of the light (and necro engine) in (5.16) so that he may continue his army's march to the surface. He has been waiting a long time, but is unlikely to perceive intruders as a threat, given he is immortal and has an army. If attacked he will call for reinforcements but otherwise engages in combat directly, excited for the change of pace.