You’re feeling good. A strong day’s travel; well-earned for a good rest. Though you shouldn’t let your guard down. Sitting on a rock, untying your boots, you look ahead about 40 feet. A glimmer? A shine? There it is again. Is that a black cat? A six-legged puma? Black tentacles? Someone shouts, “Displacer Beast!” You draw your weapon knowing that these creatures are rumored to have skin that bends light, giving them an appearance that they are feet further away than they actually are, while some say that the visual displacement occurs because these creatures can project magical illusions of themselves at locations they are not. Where is it now?