"Ghost Lord? I've heard that name before... a long long time ago. Before this swamp existed, in fact. The title was what the humans called the wastelander's arch-druid after the war."
She looks around her room for something, eventually finding a preserved lion's paw.
"I was not there to witness the fighting, we elves stayed out of Rhests business. The people of Rhestilor tried to annex the wastelands, and the wasterlanders fought back. The wastelanders made it all the way to the capital, and with their army of lions and men, they destroyed and conquered. My understanding is that while Rhest failed to annex the lands, they did manage to drive the wastelanders back eventually."
"But that was the beginning of a downward spiral for the kingdom of Rhestilor. The Ghost Lord did everything he needed to do to doom the kingdom. In the end, Rhest would fall."
"If the hobgoblins have enlisted the aid of the Ghosts of the Wastes, then Brindol may be in more dire circumstances than I had initially thought. I would be careful what you risk, while I never was involved in that war, I heard horrible stories about ghosts that wander the wastelands"