Posts from Expedition into the cave. Auto-translated

Meanwhile, it seemed that the newcomer had sensed someone's presence in the cave, either by sound or by smell (the latter being less likely, as the stench of rotting meat masked all other scents), or perhaps even by sight.

Donar prepared for a confrontation with the unknown opponent and gestured for the hobbit to shoot at the enemy.

The hobbit’s arrow whistled through the darkness and hit the humanoid right on target, who let out a nasty croak. If June had paid attention to the wound (and no one else could, as their vision was blurred), he would have realized that it was quite serious. But June was too busy watching as the humanoid rapidly increased in size and grew fur, its hands turning into wings, and its ears sliding back on its head and becoming triangular. A ringing sound was heard: the arrow fell out of its wound and landed with its metal tip on the stone. However, the wound was already gone; whatever this creature was, it was completely healed.

- June, roast him, - Mayven commanded, continuing to fire, aiming for the monster's head.

A huge bat immediately rushed to attack its companions, but on the way, it caught a hobbit's arrow and a spark from the Yoru. Although it chose Maiven to attack, who had been annoying it with his arrows, Donar blocked the werewolf's path, and they engaged in a deadly battle. The armor protected Polo well, but despite the opponent's lack of weapons, he was taking a beating, especially when the bat, in a fit of rage, managed to hit him on the head twice. The halfling and the Yoru supported him from a distance; after a few minutes of fighting, the latter tensed up and released a burst of electricity at the werewolf, but he himself also writhed in pain. The bat continued to attack Donar, who was already starting to lose his last strength and switched to fighting with a hunting knife. With just a little more effort, Maiven's arrow, combined with a second blast from Jun, brought the beast down.
Valerio, meanwhile, disguised himself as rotten meat so that he wouldn't be eaten alive.
Everyone gets +300 experience, except for Valerio; level-ups included.

The halfling approached the corpse to examine it more closely and make sure the creature was dead.
increasing concentration and accuracy

“He was incredibly strong!” – Even after the battle ended, Donar struggled to maintain his balance for a while. Once he regained his composure, he approached the werewolf and examined him. – “Hey, Valerio, you can come out now.”
Might + will.

The werewolf hide was useless: the fur was short, and the skin wasn't suitable for tanning. However, the teeth and claws on the wings might be of some interest: you don't see such huge ones every day, especially from a bat. And some alchemist might find the eyes useful, although it's not certain whether it's worth the effort to deal with that part of the body.
Valerio left.
“Wow, I didn't expect that,” he said. “You can be sure I won't forget this; it's simply incredible.”

- I was already thinking we were going to die here when I saw his transformation, - Maiven approached the corpse. - And what teeth he has! We could take one as a souvenir and make a talisman out of it.

The hunter finished examining the fallen creature with some disappointment; it wouldn't be possible to make a good cloak from its hide. However, the hobbit's suggestion also interested him. "I'll take care of that. And afterwards, I suggest we rest at Valerio's house, if he doesn't mind."

- That's a good idea. - The halfling looked kindly at the farmer, - Valerio, you don't mind, do you?

– Of course not, I’ll be very, very happy to!
Joon confirmed his intention to go to Valerio’s home, and Donar, after some effort, collected the trophies from the fallen beast.
After a while, they were at Valerio’s house, drinking tea: he and his wife were helping the soldiers with this difficult task.

“Not bad tea. Just what you need after a tough battle,” Donar finished his cup and then rummaged in a pouch on his belt, placing four large teeth, taken from a werewolf’s mouth, on the table. He had already made small holes in them and threaded a thin but strong string through them. “One for me, one for the wizard, one for the archer, and one for the owner of this house.”

- Thank you, this will serve as a reminder of our short but dangerous adventure, - the halfling took one of the teeth, admired it, and hung it around his neck. - Well, June, now you can tell the story of how you fought a werewolf and show off this little trophy as proof, - Maven turned his gaze to his yoru friend.

June and Valerio took their amulets. They felt something special about them, either magic or the thought that these amulets were obtained by them through their own efforts and blood, warmed the humanoids gathered here. The amulet gives the owner +10 Will and +10 Concentration. Valerio suggested that everyone rest, as there were enough sleeping places in the house. He also gave them their "salary": 10 silver coins each, a small but pleasant reward.