The mirror’s reflective surface shimmers. Filaments of light dance along the stone corridor, off of the lupine helmet of the knight standing watch over the proceedings. From the magical pool of liquid reflection, a second knight steps into the chamber. The sentry nods and states, “I trust everything has been to your satisfaction, Dame?”
The new knight, whose helmet takes on the aspect of the falcon, scans over the stone corridor, not answering at first.
“Is,” the first knight began, his armor clattering as he shifts toward her, “something the matter, Salome?”
“No, its fine here,” Salome replies. “I wasn’t expecting you to be in this region, Vargas. That’s all.”
“Ah,” Vargas barks, his back straightening. “I recently shifted assignments. The Capital likes to have its warriors tested in multiple situations. After all,