Peerless manages to get the rest of the group up, the dust is settling, the desk in the room is smashed to pieces and where the large wooden door was is now a pile of rocks, there is blood pooling under the rocks.....
I have fought with the shadows at the edge of your vision.I have seen the faces that laugh at you in your nightmares.And you accuse me of being a madman. What right have you to judge what is sane and what is not?