I can't say I was ready for what I was expecting to find there, but life is like that sometimes, you are forced to take action and face it even when you are not prepared, and that's when you make a difference by doing what needs to be done even when it takes that much out of you, going forward even when it hurts.
So that's the state of mind I go and break the door down, a buzzy sensation running up and down my body and a sick feeling boiling at the pit of my stomach, threatening to make me throw up, still I make the room visible and look inside.
It is very dark room, no fire lit around it, only a single window giving a faint white gloom to the place, but that's the only thing I can take in before an object comes flying off in my direction, and a voice I haven't heard for so long screams back:
