Even with the wards in place to dissipate magic, Anselm was still hesitant about that first step over the threshold. The smell of cooking meat made his stomach growl, but that first step was still hard.
"After you." He gestured to the door. If a hellhound could enter, then he supposed it would be safe for him too. He just wanted to see it before a spell fried him for the appetizers.
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