Fera volunteers, is that good or bad?

Fera looked around, seeing no one volunteer, and said mentally to herself. Screw it can't go worse than last time. Can it? Though it is werewolf territory, the last time I dealt with werewolves, it did not go well, and a few did get away. "I'll lead the team into werewolf territory. So who's going with me? Just be warned, the last time I dealt with werewolves while I was under the command of my former master, at the end of the encounter, I decapitated their alpha, and the ones that didn't escape were turned into slaves. A few got away. So it could get ugly if any of the escapees joined up with these werewolves."

Demonsbane, Shadowfang, and Shi'za volunteers. "No dirty wolf will touch you, Fangs." Fera inwardly groaned at Shi'za's nickname. She hated that name.
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Roopah entered the forest and made it five steps in before a werewolf in human form approached her. "You smell demonic." Roopah bit her tongue, he smelled like wet dog. "I was told of your problems, I was sent to help." The werewolf looked her over. "Just you? Your funeral." The werewolf then escorted her to the cave. "If you die, anything on your person is forfeit." Roopah nodded and went inside the cave. It smelled like most caves smell, terrible with a strong dose of numerous wet dogs. She reached into her bag of holding and grabbed something to stuff up her nose. "By the gods, I can taste it." She unplugged her nose and began to dry heave. "This better be worth it, or I am charging triple just because of the smell." She started exploring the cave. It looked like it was set up as a shelter, with beds, dressers, and armoires. A large room set up like a kitchen and dining room. "Nice little setup." She sat down at the table. "They were experiencing some kind of trouble, but there is nothing in here, not even bugs, which is unusual." She began tapping her fingernails on the table. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, startled. Turned around to see a skeleton. She punched the head off. "Fucking Necromancers." She then felt a tongue on her ass then felt it wrap around her leg. She grabbed her sword and in one motion, turned around and sliced the tongue off. "Gods damn the table was a mimic."

She eventually killed the mimic. Before being overwhelmed by skeletons. The skeletons stripped her of her weapons, her bag of holding, her armor and her clothes. She was dragged to a cell. She saw an elf in the cell nearby, also equally naked. "The name's Roopah. How long have you been here?" Holalana looked Roopah up and down. She stopped when she saw the walking stick Roopah carried. Roopah noticed her staring. "Like what you see?" She said as she swung her big stick back and forth. Holalana stammered. "I'm Holalana Shaeldroha. I first came here when the werewolves rescued me and their cub from slavers. Then the necromancer came in through, I am assuming, a hidden entrance that the wolves didn't know about. The necromancer, using the skeletons of dead wolves, took the cave over. I was too weak from the injuries sustained during my rescue to fight back. The skeletons stripped me of everything like you. That was two days ago. I haven't had anything to eat since being locked up."

Roopah smirked. "I can think of something for you to eat." Holalana turned away. "A lady such as myself would never debase herself like that. Don't be crude, fiend." Roopah started shaking the cell. "No one calls me a FIEND. If I get a chance I will make your snobby little noble ass regret that and you will learn the true meaning of debasement at my feet as my pet."