Stepping through the door, hefty sword in hand, Sam suddenly found himself surrounded by trees, with a dirt trail winding away from the shop. He began to follow it, turning around as he realized the light was getting dim to see no sign of the shop he'd just left. Sighing, he continued, quickening his pace in hope of getting somewhere before the sun went down completely.
After a good 15 minutes on the road, he heard a sudden howl. He gulped, stopping, trying to pinpoint the source, and moments later saw a massive hairy beast come bounding out from the trees, looking like a wolf, but walking like a man, towering ten feet high, with sharp claws and drooling fangs. Clearly, Sam would have to defend himself. He gulped, hoping the sword was made of silver and that he'd get lucky on the first swing.