Like a tumultuous gasp for air, loose pieces of masonry skittering around and old bones rattling violently, a Banshee melted from the pores of a statue of a beautiful goddess and looked at the adventurer. "Beware the Chamber of Spam! Once inside, only the Chosen ever leave!" Letting out an ear shattering scream, the Banshee circled the room in a fury of wispy smoke before thundering back into the depths. The apparition left with such haste than once the torchlight had stopped fluttering, one might convince themselves it was a figment of the imagination and nothing more.