My first memory that makes any sense in my scrambled mind was one of standing at the foot of a tower too tall to see the spire, too wide to see its edges from where I had been placed. The flying creatures had gone, the dust settled on my shoes and the air was now still! The blackness of the walls could not hide the the rough almost brittle looking surface that made me feel ant like in perspective! A heavy leather clad foot step broke the stillness, followed by a huge mountain of what loosely could be described as man, almost Neanderthal in appearance, black hair covering a weathered looking face, sad drooping eyes that seemed dim in their expression. Fur from an unknown source made up what covering the body held to cover at least some modesty, hands that looked large enough to cup my whole head in just one and even crush it like an egg. He lumbered forward his intent unclear, too slow for an attack but still menacing enough for my legs to shake slightly, although rooted! He towered above where I stood my six feet height dwarfed by a further three or more! There were scars old and new on his torso, battles near and far ever present seemingly a history to this warriors past. A hand placed and pulled gently on my left shoulder beckoning me to enter the building.