Throughout the entire labyrinth, a ringing of bells was heard. The labyrinth's occupants had long ago discovered that the watchtower bell of the buried city that served as Lessavo's tomb still functioned, and it had been agreed that in times of great emergency the bell could be rung, summoning all creatures who were able to this vast city, indeed the only place capable of holding them all, for a council, by which decisions could be made to determine the fate of their home.
As the monsters of the Tomb gathered, they were barely surprised to see that the one atop the watchtower, frantically ringing the bell, was Henry, a necromantically reanimated skeleton. There were many such skeletons living in this place, but Henry stood out from them all both in appearance, his helmet and armor dented beyond repair, and in reputation. Henry was known throughout the Tomb for his constant failures, accidentally breaking traps, disrupting spells, ruining supplies, and causing all other manner of screw-ups. Indeed, many of the Tomb's inhabitants growled and mumbled threats as Henry began to speak, his voice echoing off of this place's earthen walls for all to hear.
"Uh, hello everybody. It's me again, Henry, though you probably already know who I am. Well, umm, earlier this morning my head got knocked off and somebody, I don't know who, kicked it so hard that it rolled out of the tomb. And, uh, when I went to retrieve it, I may have left the tomb's entrance open. An adventurer saw me, and followed me back to the entrance. I tried to attack him, I really tried, but I slipped and fell into the swamp, and, uh, he, umm, sorta got away... so yeah, the humans know about this place now, probably."
The crowd roared, threatening to turn into a mob, wanting to tear apart Henry's bones. Their home would surely be ruined! That adventurer was probably on his way back here with a whole party of adventurers now, coming to destroy their home. Even those who were not chasing Henry through the streets were loudly arguing about what should be done about this, creating a deafening and chaotic cacophony.

"We must obscure the entrance! Perhaps the humans will believe their ally to be insane." even as Ubel suggested it the idea was shaky. If the group he brought had a competent enough caster they would see right through it. But it was better to make bad suggestions than say nothing... Though the ones hunting down Henry weren't coming up with anything.
"Or... maybe we uh... maybe we can have the scavengers burn down some nearby town? Draw the adventurers towards that? Surely Parsel can find a nice, little defenseless one? Maybe full of human children or elderly? That might draw them away..." this was even less plausible than his first suggestion... it may just draw more humans... but again Ubel believed talking to much was far better than talking to little. "Or... uh... maybe we can..."

"It would help!" Nori chirped in reply to Ubel's first suggestion before continuing, "Maybe if we rip up a few trees and rocks they'll get landmarks wrong and miss the entrance that way." Following suit with bad ideas, unless they tore up landscape somewhere else other than outside the obscured enterance,
In their opinion obscuring the entrance was the best idea anyone has had so far, besides chasing down that incompetent buffoon. Frankly, Nori personally wanted in on what happened once the mob caught him, but unlike Henry, she had faith that they could get the job done well enough that it wouldn't be everyone else's burden, later.
"Humans like kids and the dying for some reason, putting them in peril would make it worse..." she mused, already scrambling her hive throughout her hall and sparsely in the area around it.

"Let them come, buk buk!" Frango boldly shouted out, scraping his longsword along the rocky walls in an attempt to make himself heard amongst the mess of noises that the other residents were making, with all their talk of hiding the entrance, or attacking defenceless runts, or other such dishonourable, cowardly 'tactics'. It was exactly the sort of thing the Humans would want them to do; stoop to their level. It was the same reason why he had no desire to chase after Henry.

"From experience, I am aware, buk buk..." He softened his tone somewhat, "...That the Humans are tenacious, persistent, and above all, greedy. We are lucky this moment did not come sooner, and with less warning. Once we drive off their weakest, they will return, again and again, in numbers and with greater skill, buk buk. But for the same reasons, they will find this sanctuary, regardless of what we do. To hide would only delay the inevitable; if we must confront them, buk buk, we should spend our time preparing for battle, instead of wasting it attempting to throw them off our scent."

He paused for a brief moment, stepping back to let the gravity of the Tomb's residents' predicament sink in. "It is true that many of our number are untrained, and our defences are aging, and it is thus of the utmost importance, buk buk, that these issues be resolved at once! Even our most mediocre enchantments can drive your average 'adventurer', blech..." He accompanied that word with an 'inverted commas' gesture with his free wing-hand, following it with a throaty cringe. Adventurers? More like looters.

"...To the brink of insanity! With proper maintenance, and less of the infighting that I see, buk buk, our defences can be all but impregnable! And I, for one, would sooner throw myself into their ovens than show fear, buk buk!"

He belted that last line out with passion, barely restraining the jerk reflex to hold his sword aloft. He knew from experience that some people didn't take him seriously when he did that. It always made him scratch his wattles in confusion.