The One-Eyed, Three-Legged Dog
"Why are you here?" The words came out as if they were the first four words I have ever spoken, scratchy, and barely audible like an infants.
The creature said: "You lowly hunter, I can promise you things your talisman can't. I can promise you the deer of the century. Just imagine the skull hanging on your wall, an all seeing entity that never sleeps even in its death."