Wimena barely complained as the Half-Orc moved her back. Her hand quickly went to the pouch on her side, settling onto a small dagger. 'Dagger' being used generously. It was a simple, rusted blade, more suited to chopping carrots than hellhounds, but it was the only weapon the halfling thought to bring along. That and her small, quick feet, of course. A battle song filled the air, filling Wimena with a sense of readiness as she stared at the thundering door.