Philemon & Artaith approach the suspicious hiding spot, each with their own diverging tactical preference. Elethielle stands back with her eidolon and with Eponine, ready for whatever may eventuate. Next to them Riaghan casts a spell, searching for magical sources and finding none.

You all share a glance and a nod, not quite sure what might come next. There's another thud, a scuffle, and then finally having given up on whatever they trying, a couple of wretched folk burst forth clumsily from the small shed, mad eyes blinking in the setting sunlight as almost tripping over each other as they grasp forward with their twisted clawed hands...

...their ferocity and recklessness catching all off-guard as Philemon is clawed for 3 damage the other facing off against Artaith, the insane once-were-humans like feral beasts spitting and clawing in a ravenous frenzy.

Spoiler: rolls
Show
no surprise round
initiative
Riaghan (1d20+5)[9]
Elle (1d20+2)[14]
Phil (1d20+2)[18]
Artaith (1d20+1)[13]
Eponine (1d20+3)[18]
Cursed folk (1d20)[19]

cursed folk vs Philemon (flat-footed)
claw (1d20+1)[16] damage (1d6+2)[3]

cursed folk vs Artaith
intimidate/ demoralise (1d20-4)[10] fail


=> Party