What we see in the mirror is often only what others would have us perceive, a distortion of our reflection, painted by suggestions, dressed by insinuations. Perhaps to discern a true reflection of ourselves we need to stare into the looking glass with our eyes closed.
Villainous plot uncovered and mirror’s spell broken, yet Vaermina’s cultists still would not give up their victim easily, and we engaged in a most bloody battle amongst the gravestones of Wind Keep’s cemetery.
The night survived, I take my leave of the Countess’s hospitality, but before I go she asks for my opinion of her many suitors. I tell her to get a pet dog instead… because when a dog looks into a mirror, all it sees is a dog.