Unformed spy
Something flickered at the door, too thick to be a shadow. A body filled the temple door before it stepped out drunkenly. They all strained their senses to get a feel of its power, it was low Pawn at best. Maybe even lower.
Belialthorn relaxed and withdrew his weapon into his storage space. Whatever this thing was, it was not powerful. He stepped back, content to let his teammate handle it.
He studied the thing because it was a thing. Human-shaped, body the color of dry stalk and swollen. Its feet should have dragged on the floor but it moved with surprising agility as it crossed the door and into the open.
It has no mouth or eyes, but it tilted its head towards them as if it knew they were there. It must know they were here since it's been following them.
"What is this thing?" Rota asked, her spear resting on her right shoulder, yellow eyes on the creature in front of them.