The storm screeched again at her blasphemy, and the entire tower trembled beneath her feet just as the light from her shield shot forth into the darkness. It blinded someone, a scraggly looking humanoid with lanky limbs and tatters draped haphazardly on his body obscuring his, or her, build.<br/><br/>"Gyaah! Not me, witch!" A rock struck her shield uselessly, and clattered down the stairs between her legs.<br/><br/>The creature croaked with a high pitched, scratchy voice that shook with both terror and madness. Rags flowing off arms obscured his face in pain, but Layna could see hands that looked more goblin than human. "Not me!" it screeched louder, tearing itself away from her holy light and scrambling up the staircase. The creature disappeared around the curvature of the stairs, but Layna could hear a door slam and creak open, meaning she'd reached another floor finally. There should have been doors for each level, but only now did she find a way off this spiral and its frightening mosaic.<br/><br/>The stairs ended at an open door, which when pushed open revealed a strange bedroom. Clashing completely with the storeroom below, the boudoir looked as though it had once been fit for royalty and high clerics of the church. But its silk curtains and pillows were savaged, bleeding soft feathers or drifting flimsily in the howling wind that cut into the room through a broken window. Layna couldn't see or hear the creature, but it doesn't seem to have escaped through the door across the room barricaded with furniture pieces.