You find yourself in the Palace of the Lizard King, an underground nexus that extends without end. Images of subterranean dampness are offset by intricate Medieval tapestries and flickering lights. This is a realm where nature, beautifully crafted artifacts, and mysterious energies collide. The faint smell of incense drifts through an underground arena, where the local population reclines openly, sexually, and where labor is unknown. Tiny emeralds glisten in stark vegetation growing without natural light. You hear footsteps approaching from a distant cavern. The steps are coming closer . . .