Your room turns out to be small and spartan. Oddly enough, it has neither a lock nor a bar on the door. You do manage to wedge the room's sole rickety chair under the door-handle, and hope that will suffice.
You dream of an enchanted forest, the air rich with the smells of mud and sap and rotting leaves. As you walk amidst the sunbeams and the trees, you sense yourself being watched. Great golden eyes peer at you from amidst thickets and treetops, and unseen paws crunch through the leaves at your back. As you walk, you hear claws scratching at the tree trunks, the dull sound making your bones ache...
... and you wake to realize that the scratching is real; that someone, or something, is clawing at your door. The scratching persists for a few moments, then stops. You lie in bed, waiting, for some time. Then the scratching begins at the shuttered window. The moonlight coming through the shutters warps and ripples. After a moment, this too stops; then the shutters burst open, and something, something jellylike and translucent, reeking of some unknown stench, flops through the window and glides towards you on shapeless wings.
The willow dances below the pillars; redirects the chaos of the sky!
Blasphemous Thing
CR 1
Hits: 1
Yen Factor: 0
Student of the Unseen Fang
Student of the Swamp
(I am assuming that you do not have your trenchcoat equipped while sleeping in the inn, though you may want to take such precautions in the future.)
