The Underground Lair was a place of unimaginable mirth. Within those walls many a friendship was made, many a joke was pulled, many a memory created. The memories the original occupants hold would all be good ones, with few looking back on their time spent there as regretful. Their thoughts and memories now are smegs, happy thoughts permanently traced in their minds for them to recount on and smile upon, maybe laugh at and rejoice that if times could be that good, better must surely be coming. The regulars frequenting the place left their mark indelibly in the Underground Lair image. Every laugh, every smile, every happy thought were positive energies. Every emotion that the Lair witnessed and partook of were the senses. All the positive energies, all the senses, formed the spirit.
The Lair Spirit.