Room4
Beyond the door lies a room paneled with reddish-brown wood. The room appears to have been built by someone unable to form a right angle. All the walls meet at obtuse or acute angles making the room appear skewed.
In the center of the room is a round table, as asymmetrical as the room itself, made of the same wood as the walls.
Beside the table stand the ever-present mirrors.
The only exit from the room is the blue door through which they entered.
The black mirror shows a sumptuous feast on the table.
The white mirror shows a pitcher of clear water and four glasses.
“That’s something,” Jora says. “Did anyone pack food or water for this adventure?”
“I’ve got half a flask of water,” Lamia says. “I only thought we’d be gone a few hours.”
“I’ve got a loaf of bread and a few cubes of cheese,” Conrad says.
“I just have some lemon water and jerky. We ate most of my supply on the hike up the hill.” Safir sounds like she’s about to cry.
Jora gives her a comforting squeeze. “That’s OK; I didn’t remember to bring anything. I brought adventuring supplies but no food. Every time you hear the ancient tales they never talk about mundane things like food or needing to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh Gods, don’t talk about that,” Lamia says. “I don’t want to think about what’s going to happen when we reach that point.”
“So what do we do about these mirrors?” Conrad says.
What choice should the adventurers make?