Blind Faith, Bloody Hands

I hoped I had this right, I told Caidan that I may know where the meeting was taking place, but the longer I walked, the less sure I was. More than once I found myself doubling back and turning left where I once turned right, trying to chase this gut feeling that just around the corner I would see two torches, with one of them lit, while the other lay extinguished. 

Felix didn't offer Ronan much information, but that was probably more Ronan's fault. Something was off about him, like, really off. It's not like it took a genius to identify the blatant changes from vicious tyrant to brainless zombie, but the big question was, what caused it? I tried to bury these thoughts and return myself to the task at hand, but I quickly discovered that it wouldn't be necessary. As I turned the corner, I saw the door in question, with the singular lit torch.