*A cluster of ghosts catch you off guard and surround you. Frozen in their icy grasp, you can't believe your dungeon adventuring career is about to meet a grisly end before it's hardly begun.* *A ball of fire lights up the dungeon. In a spray of ectoplasm, the ghosts dissipate into the ether. You wipe the ectoplasmic goop from your face, and look up to see a wizard standing nearby. He lowers his staff to rest in the crook of his arm and offers the slightest of nods.* "I am known as Kallan. You ought to be much more careful, these halls are unforgiving."