Perhaps entirely on cue, they could hear the 'tip, tip, tip' of footsteps from somewhere inside the hall. The sound is slow but crystal clear among the quiet. It's not clear where it's coming from since all the mirrors still reflect their own images, but someone has certainly entered the hall with them.

The feeling of the Hall of Mirrors turns oppressive. What magic that has resided here changes when someone else enters - and suddenly all the eyes in the mirror's reflections turn their head to Cid with a disapproving glare.