[ Her eyes followed the path of figures, each individual one different in kind, but they all started to speak, the same words. She did not fear these figures in the mirrors -- she was Praesi after all, and how many magic traps and outlandish workings had she seen in her time? This was no room of screams, or even a demon as tall as a few stories.

She looked over them with cool appraisal, a tip of her head. ]

Don't worry dear. [ She says to the reflection, not to him. ]

I'm a... guide. Of sorts.

[ Well. Would be. On the cusp of it. It wasn't important. She turned to the one here, the presence of the real person and asked: ] What contract did you make?

[ And then, another pause. ]

Do you truly intend to... remain without choosing a side? Do you intend to have no agency in this challenge, or any of those after?

[ It was not... quite judgemental. Not yet. ]