It is morning at the inn. A cat stalks something in the corner of the room. The innkeeper’s daughter sweeps last night’s dinner off the floor. From the back comes the clicking of dishes and the splash of water. Miklos, Maruc, Saeth, and Feldard are gathered at a table eating a modest breakfast. A young traveller sleeps in a chair at the corner of the room. Suddenly, the door swings open and an elderly lady frantically looks about.
“Please, some kind sire, come quick to help me!” she pleads, panic overcoming her. She looks about for anyone to answer her. “Oh save me! There are demons in my house, I know it! I hear them at night, talking to each other. They want to catch me. Please!” she says, falling to her knees.
The innkeeper runs in, kneels beside the old woman, and tries to comfort her.
“Goodwife Thanato,” he says, sounding concerned, “what are you doing? Sit down preper.” He turns, saying “Could anyone help this poor old woman? Could someone look in her cellar to find the problem?”