Unsurprisingly, there was scarcely any resistance for the pack entering the keep. After their lines had broken, most of the mercenaries in the keep either ran into the marsh to escape, or into the settlement to find their families, then escape. The few remaining in the keep were not suicidal enough to attack a group of lycans that outnumbered them, so they hid as soon as they saw them approach. It was one disadvantage of hiring mercenaries, for while they were skilled and organized, they had no loyalty to the cause. When the situation started to look hopeless, they had no reason not to flee. 

Meesei was walking alongside Kaleeth as well, providing what healing she could. In this case, she had a large number of smaller injuries, and while most did not come from silver, it would still take time to heal. As they searched for the stairway leading to what Meesei assumed to be a dungeon, she caught another, familiar scent. She had assumed Sabine had backed away to attack from the shadows, as she usually did, but it seemed she had a different plan in mind. "It looks like we are not the first to track them here. Come, let's hurry; there is no way to know what condition they might be in."

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"No, stay back!. If you take so much as another step, I am going to slit her throat!" The noble warned, staring down Sabine for any signs of movement. He was appropriately armed to kill her, but no matter how threatening he tried to be, it was obvious that he was no warrior or strategic thinker, for he left an opening for Ahnasha to exploit. He was looking away from her, so she leaned her head back as far as she could, then angler her head to snap her jaws down on the flat side of his blade. The silver burned her mouth, but at this point, she had experienced so much pain that she was almost desensitized to it. Before the noble could even react, she had jerked his weapon out of his grasp, providing ample opportunity for Sabine to strike. Ahnasha just hoped that Sabine did not kill him outright.