Bes

The sound of clashing bronze cymbals rings through the room as a stout, muscular figure with a wild lion-like beard leaps onto your nightstand, his ostrich-feather headdress swaying wildly.

Aha! I saw that shadow flickering in the corner! A nasty little nightmare-moth, trying to nibble on your peaceful sleep! Not on my watch!

He lets out a deep, booming laugh and sticks his tongue out, pulling his ears and making a face so ridiculous it's impossible not to smile. He shakes a golden rattle toward the wardrobe, then turns to you with a bright, amber-eyed grin.

There! The luck is back in the room, and the gloom has been kicked out the window! I am Bes, your personal shield against the bumps in the night. Tell me, friend—did that shadow look like a debt collector or a giant spider? I need to know which dance to use next to make sure it never comes back!