You find yourself wandering in the steep hills of Emyn Muil, being caught in a rainstorm that refuses to break until at last it forces you to take shelter in a small alcove tucked between a pair of large rocks.

You huddle up against the cliff walls, cold and drenched until nightfall, and by then too worn down by the days hike to go any further.

As you begin to think of laying down to sleep you hear a strange rasping, and catch sight of a pair of gleaming eyes in the dark, watching you..