Not out of the woods yet

Ink the prisoners thank you for your help, but say little else as they watch the door nervously. The barricaded is holding for now but the sounds from the other side are growing louder and as you watch, the wood around one of the hinges begins to splinter.

You hear raised voices outside. Sir Sarne, you recognise the language as goblin. It would appear the aforementioned Bugbears have arrived. The door thuds and begins to splinter further.