Room7
Beyond the door lies a room rudely carved from the dirt of the earth. The walls, floor, and ceiling are rough, packed dirt. No coverings separate them from the soil into which this prison is dug.
The only exits from the room are a blue door and a black door.
In the black mirror is a vision of Jora swinging a pick at the wall and forming a tunnel.
In the white mirror, Lamia reads a scroll.
“Maybe the scroll is a spell to help us escape,” Safir says.
“Or a clue,” Conrad adds.
“More likely it’s a spell that will kill us,” Lamia says.
“Have you ever noticed that whenever we have a vision of hard work, it’s always me?” Jora gestures at the black mirror with a sour look on his face.
What choice should the adventurers make?