| As Mursalin gently opened the front door to a crack, he saw no sign of the barbarian. He had given up hope about the poor guy being alive when he noticed that there was no blood spilled or chewed on bones anywhere.
Many of the worgs had gathered far enough from the Inn, they were eating a cow which hadn’t been locked in safely. This allowed Mursalin to venture outside a bit, there was no sign of the barbarian to be seen anywhere.
One of the wors remained in front of the Inn though. It didn’t seem to notice Mursalin though; it was interested in something else. The beast jumped up snapping with his big muzzle at something.
Curious to what the worg was interested in, Mursalin looked up and saw the barbarian pressed up with his legs and his back between two pillars supporting the roof in the Inn. The barbarian stared at Mursalin in panic, unable to speak because of a gag in his mouth.
It was quite an effort getting way up there all tied up, but it was the only way for the barbarian to stay out of the range of the worg.
__________________ Guinness is good for you.
Gives you strength. |