[The caution Liem urges on Voryn is cast aside without hesitation — and in scant moments only, the city through which he pursues the elven man is changed. Frosted cobble streets are replaced with a softly illuminated hall draped in rich colours — Voryn's colours — and the still night air becomes oppressively hot. Even as Liem strives to remain at Voryn's side, to ensure they are not separated, he casts frowning glances at the landscape that they now make their way through on their way back to the mirror.
His suspicion that the illusion is pulled from his companion's mind grows stronger when they emerge into a magma-filled cavern, in which rests a set of great bells. This room must hail from Voryn's home province — perhaps even from his own house.
But the golden man who stands within it, Liem still does not know.
He also does not know how they might escape from the trap in which the mirror has snared them. Liem does not see the mirror anymore, and hard though he tries to pierce the veil of magic that he is certain shrouds them, he can see nothing about them but igneous rock, feel and smell nothing but the baking air of the cavern. He does not think he will be able to escape this waking dream without Voryn's help, and his colleague is currently even more deeply entrapped than himself.]
Lord Dagoth. Attend.
[He steps forward to stand abreast of his companion, looking between him and the figure before them. He ill likes the feel of discord gathering in Voryn's presence.]
Do not debate the dead; we will be the only casualties of this contest. It works cruelly on you already, and I have not the means to undo this snare on my own.
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His suspicion that the illusion is pulled from his companion's mind grows stronger when they emerge into a magma-filled cavern, in which rests a set of great bells. This room must hail from Voryn's home province — perhaps even from his own house.
But the golden man who stands within it, Liem still does not know.
He also does not know how they might escape from the trap in which the mirror has snared them. Liem does not see the mirror anymore, and hard though he tries to pierce the veil of magic that he is certain shrouds them, he can see nothing about them but igneous rock, feel and smell nothing but the baking air of the cavern. He does not think he will be able to escape this waking dream without Voryn's help, and his colleague is currently even more deeply entrapped than himself.]
Lord Dagoth. Attend.
[He steps forward to stand abreast of his companion, looking between him and the figure before them. He ill likes the feel of discord gathering in Voryn's presence.]
Do not debate the dead; we will be the only casualties of this contest. It works cruelly on you already, and I have not the means to undo this snare on my own.