In a moment of clarity, Robin realizes that the scream did not come from the brush, instead distorted by whatever curse has befallen these woods. Rather, he examines the treetops and perceives a hulking, black form nestled on a branch above the party. It looms directly over Zogolli, studying him with a pair of yellow, hungry eyes. The exact nature of the creature is unknown to you, but you can just make out a vaguely feline silhouette, and its strange protrusions. As Robin looks directly at it, he finds it difficult to look away, or shout a warning. Some kind of power is tampering with his ability to form coherent thoughts, yet he knows that Zogolli, is in great danger, and so will be the rest of the group.

The beast flexes its limbs, then turns to look upon the perplexed thief. Robin gazes at what might be a perverse parody of a grin, before it turns its attention back to Zogolli and drops from the tree. The odd power straining Robin's thoughts is lifted, and reality snaps back to him.

What do you do?!