The others nodded, readying their weapons and spells, as Rimeera opened the door.<br/><br/>A brazier in the corner of this room glows faintly with red coals, its smoke reminiscent of the stench of scorched flesh. A short bed with a headboard carved with the image of an open-mouthed demon stands against one wall, and a small table cluttered with books, scrolls, and a stuffed and mounted stirge sits across from it. A magic circle has been scribed in center of the floor with chalk. Torn papers, bits of old food, and other debris are scattered about the room, collecting in corners and under the bed and table.<br/><br/>No signs of any visible defenders, but Rimeera, still tracking the noise, will hear<em>something</em>underneath the bed.