[hr][center][color=maroon]Zaerith Dustborn[/color][/center][hr][color=maroon]"Egil!?!"[/color] Before the bladesinger could act, a transparent thread recoiled into depths unknown. His rapier, now in hand, as he buried his back against the mirror, quivered slightly as Daud mocked Mhyrienne.

Then, a crack and blindness followed suit.

Within the charcoal void, Zaerith heard the inquisitive salutation of the puppeteer. 

[color=maroon]"It's him!"[/color]
[hr][center][@Zverda] [color=thistle]Anala Attor[/color] & [@Hekazu] [color=tan]The Unnamable[/color][/center][hr]Anala was furious with the woman, so much so that she bodily shoved her away from the mirror as she heard Zaerith claim that the Puppeteer was inside. It seemed even the mirror did not know him, which was surprisingly fine by her at the moment. [color=thistle]“Why hello there my favorite puppet,”[/color] she said into the mirror, [color=thistle]“Such a shame I cannot see you but someone threw a bloody tantrum and has made it nearly impossible to tell if it’s safe to pull people out of this thing. Blame the Warlock, she seems to be lacking a fully functional brain between those pointy ears of hers. Now, unless you know the command word to get you out of here, which I didn’t get the chance to ask earlier thanks to the warlock I’m going to have to swap you out for someone else.”[/color]

[color=tan]"Favorite puppet?"[/color] came an amused response from the mirror, hidden beneath the cloud of darkness. The puppeteer knew this voice, though it belonged to someone they had not been in contact with for very long. [color=tan]"Sounds like you have friends out there George."[/color] But despite the almost cheery tone of those words, there would be a shaking of the dirty head and just a few more words. [color=tan]"George does not know what you seek. Best of luck in your search. T'is no pleasant locale."[/color] With that, as had been promised, the mist relented from its steadfast pattern, removing the rectangle of black from the scenery. Back to the lonely walk, then.

[color=thistle]“I’m sorry to leave you on your walk,”[/color] she replied before feeling along the edge of the mirror. Once she found the number she was looking for, she pushed it, muttering the name she remembered having been engraved there. [color=thistle]"Imma cut to the chase, I can’t see you, but I can hear you and I would like to know how to get you and whoever else is worth it, out of this blasted mirror without having to break it. Before you ask, the mirror is shrouded in darkness because my warlock… friend acts before she really thinks it seems.”[/color]