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Lamia reaches for the white mirror which races over the group. The bitter cold of the transition leaves them shivering in the center of the room. The dark stone and shining flecks, combined with the cold makes it feel as if they have been transported into the depths of space.

The mirrors have disappeared as has the white door. The stone table also remains and upon it lies the promised scroll.

The paper appears dry and brown.

“I don’t know if this scroll can survive being unrolled,” Lamia says.

“The mirrors may not reveal everything but so far they haven’t outright lied,” Jora says.

Lamia gently blows dust from the ancient paper and carefully unrolls it. Written upon the scroll is a message in red ink in a shaky hand.

You chose well but strayed from the path. No prize for you.

You show your lack of wit, you shall never escape.

The white of the snow will cover the green of your fields and you shall turn black before you escape.

Faustus

“Great, not only is the wizard making us play his sick game but he’s taunting us from beyond the grave,” Lamia throws the scroll down on the table and stomps to the corner of the room.

Jora sees her shoulders heave and thinks she might be crying. He reads the scroll and considers joining her. If they’ve strayed from the path already, are they trapped forever?

What choice should the adventurers make?