Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131231020231

(I'm afraid I've never played Dragon Age, Kenyon.)

Jack dragged Paris into the inn behind him, breathlessly thanking Torene for letting them in before slamming the door and barring it, helping the others barricade the door for when the wargs began hunting. When all the exits and entrances were barricaded, he took a seat on the floor by the fire and tried not to panic. Two werewolves alone was terrifying enough, when a whole pack of the creatures and an entire encampment of witches came hunting, he doubted that the barricades could hold them. He grabbed a bottle of cheap wine to soothe his nerves and closed his eyes, hoping the night would be over soon.