Garrek nods at your command. He spreads his arms to shield the shaking shopkeeper.

[b]"Stay behind me, Miller,"[/b] Garrek says firmly. He positions himself near the front entrance, keeping the exit clear. He looks ready to shout for the guards at the first sign of trouble.

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You step into the hallway. You keep your guard up, moving carefully, your body ready to dodge an attack. You scan the shelves and corners.

The back room looks completely normal. You see piles of extra fabric, a broom, and boxes of supplies. There are no shadows hiding in the corners. There are no glowing yellow eyes. It looks like a dusty, boring storage room. You start to wonder if your mind played tricks on you after the stress of the morning.

Then the door behind you swings shut.

It clicks closed with a heavy sound, as if someone pushed it from the other side. Instantly, all sound vanishes. The noise of the street, Miller's panicked breathing, even the wind outside is gone. The silence is heavy and unnatural. It feels like the room has been cut off from the rest of the world.

You turn back toward the closed door. That is when you see it.

A creature stands there. It is small, only about three feet tall. Its body is not made of flesh but of thick vapor. The smoke shifts to form the shape of a small child with feathery arms and taloned feet. The gas is a pale blue color.

Its face is hidden by a hard, white porcelain mask with gold trim. The mask has a sharp, curved beak and a wide, painted red smile. The eye sockets are empty black holes.

It twitches with jerky, bird like spasms. It silently mimics your movement, tilting its head exactly when you do. Then it dissolves slightly into the nearest shadow, waiting.

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