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Mirrors of Reality
It was an absurd proposal. He couldn't quite believe what he had heard. Scrunching up his forehead, he tried not to scratch at his temple. The djinn across the pool watched him expectantly. Surely the Solar would have something to say about this? Imoen simply grinned.
With a groan, he collapsed and stared into the shimmering waters. Clear, healing waters; waters he had lost countless hours bathing in. Him and Imoen both, separately. Lifting his gaze just a little let him see her incorrigible twinkle. He knew she was about to come out with something truly outrageous, even for her.
"Well, bro, you didn't want to face ole Balthy."
Doubling forwards, his forehead repeatedly thudded against the white sand.
"But y'did say 'there must be a better way', so that got me thinkin', and tada!"
He wanted to cry.
"Hey quit pullin' that face, you. Remember how mean Sarevok was lookin' in that silly armour of his? And you remember those guardian golems in Nalia's keep? See, it got me thinkin'… what if…"
Bhaal's tears… did the spawn of Murder's tears have power here?
Imoen waved her hand and the waters' filled with a most decidedly unwanted vision. "Djinn! It's golem piloting time!"