Dark Reflections

-Dalen Capital, Slave Pens, Night, 2 DSTR-

He took the smoke bomb and put it away in a pouch on his belt. “Thanks, but that really is not my style. I think I would rather fight it out and lose then run.” He tells the lad and looks at Kalena. “And she is right, I am sure this place is not fire proof, if there was a fire, all of these… this merchandise would be lost and who would pay for that?”

The group would stay together. “Very well.” Kline said and nodded to Gularzob. “You stay up front with me.” He looked to Kalena and Lafayette. “You two watch the rear.” He told them and then started leading down the hallway to the right, Kline took the lead.

The corridor made a turn to the left, and Kline and Gularzob turned, but as Lafayette and Kalena arrived they saw the hallway turned the other direction, as if altered by magic. Where that would lead them, they may not know.

Kline walked with Gularzob at his back and was slightly comforted in that respect. “You know the Lady Kaena well?” He asked as they walked. “Do you know, if, by chance, she has a lover?”

They turned a corner and he looked at an ornate mirror at the far end of the hallway. There was a strange feeling, but then he started walking again. He stopped when he realized Gularzob was not with him.

In the hallway Gularzob was following Kline when he suddenly stopped, looking down the hallway to a mirror.

“He is trapped, you know.” The voice of a young girl came from behind him.

There in the hallway was a young girl, she wore a proper dress with little buttoned shoes and socks, her pale blond hair in two braids. Her eyes were an ethereal grey, and her smile was innocent, but off putting. In her hand she held a billet of feysteel. “I can get him out, if you really want him out.” She offered. “It will come at a price, however.”

She held up the feysteel. “He is in here, his friend, the soul, it is in here. You can have him out, if you swear a blood oath to me that you will forge this into a sword.” She spoke as if an adult, it was anachronistic, the child creature speaking as if not a child. “Not many blade smiths have forged a blade of feysteel in your realm, let alone one that would be intelligent. Do not worry, when you forge it, you will beat the humanity out of him, he will become a sword, a sword imbued with the skill he had as a mortal. The blade will make the user all the better for wielding it.” She said in a smooth and enticing tone. “Swear you will do this and I will fetch him from the mirror, or you can try to get him out yourself.”