Miizel followed the conversation for the most part, choosing instead to stand back and listen but when Mr. Witch mentions the name Prismeer, his brows furrow. Once again, just like back at the Hall of Illusions, something tugs at the back of his mind. Something so familiar that he should be able to recognize it at first glance yet it keeps escaping him.
He idly nods and gives grunts of affirmation as the people around him talked but spends majority of the time pondering the word. That is, until the goblin’s outburst. The sudden escalation in conversation snapped him back to reality just in time for Mr Light to retort just as harshly.
He was about to speak up but it seems like he was out of it for long enough as they were ushered out just as quickly as they were called in.
This time as his companions talked amongst themselves, he made sure to be attentive. “How do you want us to get leverage? Put a bolt against their throat and make them spill the beans?” Miizel asked, his tone implying that he was dead serious.
At the mention of the Hall of Illusions, he responded with. “Zavakri and I had just been there but we didn’t see any girl there. Well, apart from her reflection of course. But something did feel off. The place felt familiar to me but I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly. I just found myself walking towards a specific mirror. If you guys want I could lead you there.”