They could see the dawn over the White Mountains as they dismounted their horses in front of the old farm, it must had been 20 or 30 years old since the wood was rotting and the lands around appear to be overgrazed. The stairs creaked and threatened to break as they were walking over them and the door's knob broke as they closed it.
"Seems we're stuck in here, at least until we finish the old shriveled man." Dreothorn had already drawn his halberd and was marking a radius in front of him, although an attack didn't seemed possible, he had learned that things don't always are like they appear.
"Aye, we may need to split up since this house is somewhat big." Thayalengir started to walk off straight to the stairs, he had already an arrow knock in his bow. It was possible a poisonous arrow. He had many... barbed, fire, explosive, blinding, hook, round, spiked, etc... All fabricated by himself.
Dreothorn wandered around inspecting every room in the lower base, nothing. He decided then to go look inside the warehouse, there was a door heading that way at the kitchen. As he entered a rotten meat smell came directly to his face followed by the smell of urine and feces. After taking a deep breath he prepared his halberd and entered the cellar, all was dark and not a sound except for something grinding. He walked slowly behind the counters, aiming to be as silent as his heavy armor would allow him.
There was a pounding at one of the corners, and then silence... too much silence. Some seconds before he would had though everything was safe, but after hearing the heavy rattle his halberd was ready for anything.
It didn't came to the halberd's strike radius, but from behind. The immense bulk jumped at Dreothorn's back and tried to bite him with no success, he fell and accidently opened the back door. Falling over his back he attempt to stand up, but the warg was too quick and jumped over him. He grabbed his halberd and blocked his bites with the handle, although he wouldn't last any longer if Thayalengir would not appear. Rushed by adrenaline, Dreothorn delivered a punch with the left hand, then the right, and again the left. He continued to punish the massive wolf's mouth with his volley of punches until the warg was forced to move back, he grabbed his halberd and tried to find a vulnerable spot to thrust it into the animal's chest, but again the warg was quicker than him. It jumped and pushed him down a rocky fall, Dreothorn fell, rolling and bumping into each rock.
Finally he reached the ground with a dry thud. He tried to stand up but he couldn't, his right leg had received too much punishment, and it was probably broken.
"Damn!" He cursed, feeling the pain in his leg meanwhile he tried to stand. Hopefully his halberd could help him walk back...
