Edit: Wet Beng arches his back violently and lets out a strangled yell. Chickens go flapping away in all direction; a goat bleats plaintively. Wet Beng stomps on the ground, shakes his head, and looks up at the party with a reproachful glare. "What is the meaning of this? Who are you?"
Meanwhile, the hut's door, still shut, only vibrates barely perceptibly under the influence of Mordred's cantrip.
If anyone intends any further hostile actions against Wet Beng at this point, roll initiative.
Rolls
Wet Beng WIS save - (1d20+1)
Wet Beng initiative - (1d20+2)
(14) + 2 = 16