The potion begins to work.

not long after the woman leaves, the pounding in your head swiftly begins to subside.

Soon after, you find that you are capable of opening your eyes, and after they adjust to the light, they inform you that you are in an incredibly plain stone cell. A row of iron bars separate the room in half, and a hefty wooden door seals you off from the exterior hallway.

A few minutes later, you can stand, and walking follows directly afterwards.

You stagger out of your cell, and with each step you feel stronger. Directly to your left is a door that, as you discover upon carefully gazing through the keyhole, seems to contain an armory.

You idly muse on what poor design it was to put the armory directly next to a prison cell, but you elect not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The armory's door is locked, of course, but that is of little concern to you.

Your kick blasts the door open, and produces a cacophonous noise in the process.

You rush inside, quick grabbing a shield and the largest sword in the room. it still feels a little small to you, but the balance is good, and you can't afford to be choosy right now.

You hear the sound of boots striking stone, and before you have a chance to act, three armed women wearing white surcoats over mail round the corner into your field of view.

Time seems to slow, extending the split-second it takes to choose your next course of action.