Sue stood between Ilsa and Drago-- and pushed away the very confusing feelings as they came. 'Have to focus,' she thought-- something she was having an increasingly hard time doing.
The flight of stairs lead directly into an entryway for a large room. Feeling her companinons by her side, she looked inside, her breath in her throat, sweat appering on her brow, and her heart hammering in her chest.
And she found she had abosultely no idea what she was looking at.
To be fair, the others were only moderately less confused than she was.
In the center of a room stood a man dressed in the most wildly flamboyant clothes the mind could imagine. The slanted hat, giant colorful feathers, and nobleman-esque shirt and pants seemed similar to the bizarre clothes of the landsknechte mercenaries in the fifteenth century. The man himself looked to be in his thirties, with a long shaggy beard and wild hairdo that was complimented by a look of childlike insane glee on his face.
"AH HA!" he shouted so loudly that it echoed in the very small room. "TIRED ALREADY, ARE YOU!?"
In front of him was a creature that was almost as tall as the ceiling. It had shining red eyes and a clear jaw, but it's body seemd to be a mishmash of plaster, wallpaper, wood, and rock roughly kneaded together to form a doughy humanoid body, almost like a golem. It roared at his response, and charged at him as the man brandished the sword in his hand.
