His eyes were so deep and his voice so intense that all I could think was that he was what war looked like, personified. That moment was the most frightened I'd ever been.
He began to pace the room. “We need to ensure nothing disturbs our mirror cage. Last thing we want is that thing getting out.”
“There's an old fire guard in the cellar,” Dad told him, “That might help.”
“Good. Go get it. And bring anything else you think might be useful.”
“With this game, how am I to know what's useful?” Dad quipped.
