C1047 The Treasure in the Depths of the Clouds!

The figure, woven from entwined tree roots, spun and leaped in place like a headless fly. After crashing around aimlessly for a quarter of an hour, it abruptly came to a halt. A thick plume of smoke emerged on its charred and contorted face. The smoke, black and writhing, soon coalesced into a vague face with a mouth that opened and closed spasmodically. A raspy, grating voice emanated from it