Jorn slid open the door and peaked his head through the gap... and pulled it back suddenly as an arrow clattered into the wall, inches away from his face.
[attack 10, miss]
"Who goes there!" a high-pitched voice demanded. Jorn risked looking back inside, and saw a short corridor strewn with broken bits of armour and shattered bones, some old, some still with flesh on them. There was a door in the side and another at the far end.
There, standing behind the shelter of a chipped glass chair, was a short green figure, about the size of a halfling, with a bow nocked and ready. The fairy was clad in thick leaves protection, while its bow, sword and shield were all simply shaped from sticks and bark. Green-skinned with spiky brown hair, with long face and pointed ears. One side of its face twitched occasionally, and there was a maddened look in its eyes.
Why this was so became obvious when Jorn saw that the stick he thought was an adornment was actually running right through its head.
(Minus a stick through the head.)