Major Interaction:  [@Hokum]
Minor Interaction:  [@Polaris North]

[i]Oh, come on,[/i]

Ren snapped his neck backward, his eyes gazing at the skies shrouded in shadows.  The spine-chilling roars echoing from the rampaging undead bears charging towards them only served to entangle fear around the boy's heart.  His hands crept up to his face, fingers digging into his flesh before clawing down with a tremble.  The dirt and soot stained Ren's face, his teeth gritting in frustration at their sordid luck.  Choked tears ran warm down the lad's face before he looked at the catacomb entrance behind him and Devlin.  There was only one answer-- an answer so given that it seemed as if the gods themselves dictated that they say 'yes'.

Ren turned to his companion with a stern gaze.  No actions were necessary to convey the doom of the situation.  Hell's wrath bared upon them with claws and maws made from Morrun's bones, and there was no honor in dying to a bunch of marionettes that are being pulled along by the strings of a puppet master, filled with too much cowardice to face them in person.  They were not the most effective of teams, but they were the only ones they had left.

[i]'Let us go, Devlin,'[/i]

A burst of cells flooded through Ren's system as all traces of fatigue and exhaustion left him in an instant.  He breathed out heavily before sprinting over to the catacomb entrance with surprising speed.  He took a second to examine the gaping jaws of the doorway, almost as if it was a living creature opening up its mouth to devour them into a bitter end.  However, Ren knew-- and everyone should, too-- that he refused to enter completely without his companion.  He spared a scowl at the archer's expense as he began mumbling about what an interesting day this turned out. There was nothing to laugh about their predicament-- especially, when their lives were at stake.  Though, he was secretly thankful that one of their unlikely allies brought along a torch to guide their way.  The orc would do good as a powerhouse should push come to shove, but Ren wanted them to avoid a fight as much as possible.

Ren looked at the rogue once again as he reached out his hand to Devlin in order to assure that she would make it with them.  He knew not of the shadows which haunted her, but he damn well knew that the only way he could help her stave away the tendrils of night was to help her find the nemesis plaguing her every thought.  And, for that to happen, they needed to stay alive.

Fighting against those undead bears would go against that prerequisite.

This was a bleak step, but, Ren believed, that it was a step in the right direction.