Freya paid close attention to the sounds coming from the other side of the door, and cursed softly when it became obvious that there were at least two people with bad intentions over there. This wasn't a fortunate spot to be in, not at all. She wasn't looking forward to having yet another fight, even if this time it would be two against two, while they had taken down a much bigger group the previous day.

When Harol suggested using a spell, she looked at him in silence, wondering if the warlock had probably gone insane. Not because magic wasn't such a bad option, but because he had explained to her the other day that the spells his house practised had a great, large impact, and she was in the same room as he was, and he was wanting to use a spell. Letting out a sigh and mumbling something inaudible under her breath, Freya moved over to the door and tried to hold it shut.

The combined strength of the two men at the other side trying to open the door was a lot, and it took Freya a much effort and all the strength she had within her to keep the door shut, something that became very visible on the face of the rogue. When they managed to move the door ever so slightly, her feet slipped, and she felt pain stinging into them, several splinters coming from the wooden floor and piercing into her bare feet, seeing how she hadn't had anytime to put her shoes on just yet, very much like her hooded coat, veil and gloves. As the various splinters got stuck in her feet, an expression of pain mixed with the rest of the look on her face.

When she heard Harol stopped his chanting she quickly moved away from the door, hoping for the sake of both of their lives that he knew what he was doing, as the splinters were pressed further into her feet with every step she took.