"Don’t ask stupid questions." No sword could’ve gouged Dog Bite’s back
like that. The wounds look more like something an animal might inflict, 
something big and powerful and equipped with massive claws. Hammer adjusts the 
settings on his Nightfighter goggles and finds a tide of orangey-red flowing up 
and out from around the center of the room, slowly fading into the ambient 
temperatures. As he steps across the room, he sees that the heat trace leads 
right up the corridor to the stairs. He also spots bloody patches on the floor, 
leading toward the stairs. Something big, bigger than man-sized, passed through 
the room and the corridor within just the last few instants. It couldn’t have
been a troll because a troll would be lucky to fit into the corridor, never mind 
get through it at speed. Trolls also come on two legs and whatever went up the 
hall left smears, tracks, paw prints, like something on four legs.