"When Rolin stepped into the room where Ms. Violet practiced her magic, she did so with a feeling of deep trepidation, not knowing exactly what she might face.
She half expected to see the clean desertion of flesh and blood, the bare bones of the undead, or perhaps ghastly and bloody animal intestines casually displayed on the table.
A putrid smell, reminiscent of corpses, hung heavily in the air, with bugs and rats skittering in the corners of the room, eternally shut off from the rays of the sun.
This was everything she could envision, everything that seemed to match her picture of what the lair of an Undead Lich should be.
Yet the reality was a far cry from her imagination. None of these dreadful things were present, only the sunlight illuminating the great hall and a feeling of odd warmth.
As Rolin walked into the room, she found none of the grim and terrifying atmosphere she had envisioned, nor any weird decorations matching the taste of an Undead Lich.
