The wight in it's cringing state looks up at Chastity, and possibly for a split second a shred of it's former humanity shines through, but the creature just glares at her and hisses, a foul stench exhuming from it's open mouth. The others, realizing the undead is beyond redemption descend upon it and with blow after blow manage to destroy the creature.
With the present danger gone everyone can take in the extraordinary view of the interior of the hut. Its remarkably homely and clean. It seems the wight that called this place home was responsible for keeping the place well tended, which strikes you as odd. You see the vine's roots have grown into the building, forming a sort of netting around the walls. Apparently all scraps of meat or bone from the wight's victims had been cleaned up and placed lovingly on the roots themselves, almost like decoration. The rest of the room is furnished with a bed, table, four chairs, and a wardrobe in the corner.