So there Freya went, listening to Elora like if she were his caretaker from the city before. He searched the grooming stable meticulously, finding absolutely nothing useful. "Hay, brush, comb, horseshoe, hay again, raines, screws, more hay, human shoe..."

Until, finally what felt like an eternaty to a kid and was probably about a couple of minutes, "Mirror!" Freyic declares aloud, to both no one and everyone at the same time. For a second he winders whether he should actually bring it to the others, or if he test the new toy's durability. Though like every little boy, even if he is an aspiring assassin, Freyic is curious. He can clearly see the cracked ivory, but that doesn't stop him from unsheathing one of his knifes and popping off the back of the mirror.

Equipment used: Knife F