"You know, you've been in there for seven hundred years, so I'd bet you're pretty hungry."[color]
"Yes! Feedmefeedmefeedme!"
"Not until you help us get out of here!"
"Fine." Felyx pokes his head out of Blacke's knapsack and stares intently at the wall. "Okay, there's seven of them, and they're going to be here right about...now.
With that, Vilkas Varcolac and six other werewolves (all of whom have been soaked in oil) burst into the room.
One of the werewolves immediately rushes the party, and Dampe steps forward to protect the others. Pulling Wolfsbane from its scabbard, he plants himself firmly and prepares to strike.
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Dampe aims carefully at the werewolf rushing to attack him and thrusts the blade into its heart. With an unearthly shriek, the werewolf explodes into a flash of light, leaving the corpse of a nasty-looking (and kind of scruffy) adventurer lying on the ground in a pool of blood.
"Anyone else want some?!"
Vilkas snarls at the silver sword (now painted a dark red by the blood of the slain werewolf) in Dampe's hand.
"Where did you get that sword, boy?"
"I'm thirty-nine."
"What?"
"I'm thirty-nine years old, I'm not a boy."
"Damn you, I don't care what you are, where did you get that sword?!"
"He got it off of me!"
Felyx is now hovering seven feet off the ground.
"Did that cat just... talk?"
"Right you are, Vilkas."
"How...how do you know my name?"
"Don't you know me? I'm an old friend!"
"Wait, that voice...Felyx, you cur, is that you?"
"Yup, and it's payback time, biatch! Magic Missiles, activate!"
Two small, shimmering silver missiles appear beside Felyx. Their red fins glimmer in the torchlight.
"Oh, shi-"
The missiles move faster than the eye can see and vaporize Vilkas from the waist up in an intense explosion.
"Hehehe. Never gets old."
"By the gods! Run!"
The werewolves dash from the room in a frenzy, trampling each other in the process.
From somewhere else in the catacombs, the sound of a large stone being slid into place can be heard.
"Don't worry, they won't get far. I sealed the exit temporarily. Do you have it from here, gentlemen?"