Hasan backed away from the door and moved to follow Feldard. But the whole “dragon” episode continued to bother him. Catching up with Saeth, he murmered in Elvish, “I know your Miklos seems to know things about this place that my clan did not. But a dragon? We might not know some things, but tales of a dragon do not die quickly. Honest to Ilsundal—if I had a bit of concealment, I have half a mind to go back in there.”
“I am here you know! And do not assume you know all that your clan elders know.” snapped Miklos in elvish, then he switched to the common tongue of men. “Dragons are very dangerous creatures and are rumoured to have varascious appetites and I doubt all its food was down here. What I am concerned about is why the elves of the village did not warn us. It might be an illusion cast by the Sisters? Although I have no intention of testing the theory. Come come now,” Miklos winked at Hasan, then turned to Feldard, “I doubt there are two dragons here, if there are, I will eat my hat! Let us continue.”
Feldard glanced back towards the group, one last time as if to be sure that this was what they REALLY wanted to do. Then with a steadying breath he opened the door and stepped in, axe up defensively; and him, ready to tuck and roll away from any spouts of flame that might be resulting from entrance.
At first glance, the room appeared to be dark and empty. However, as the group began to feel slightly at ease, suddenly a gigantic beast seemed to materialize before them. Despite having just seen a fire-breathing dragon, before their eyes was the most terrifying creature any of them had ever seen in their lives. Before them, floating in the air was a gigantic spheroid creature with a large fanged mouth and single eye on the front and many flexible eyestalks on the top that crackled with mystical energy. The otherworldly aberration immediately began to aggressively glide toward the group. Its hideous eyeballs glared in anger at the intruders and seemed to be poised to unleash a torrent of harm upon them.