What appeared at first to be a building is little more than
a rusty iron crate about six feet to a side. A sliding door on the eastern side
is sealed by an equally rusted padlock.
Before the party could investigate this crate, a commotion
nearby, between the well and the pavilion, caught their attention.
Near the canvas pavilion, movement catches your eye. A
human-headed serpent coils there, screaming angrily at a group of cowering
humans.
At the same time, what you had originally taken to be a step
at the base of the well begins to move. An impossibly huge serpent uncoils from
around the stone structure, heading your way.
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