It was going to be a great day, he just knew it. So much had gone wrong over the last few tendays, but today all that changed. It was a mad idea, but he just couldn't help but feel that maybe the whole world was mad.
Squatting down on the cold, hard, stone floor, he squinted at the chamber around him. Its domed roof offered a sense of grandeur, a sense of wonder, and a rather loud, booming echo. The acoustics worked so well he could understand why that demon knight made its home there. As it was, he was almost tempted to. After all, he had all the wardstones; how hard would it be to reset the traps? Then again, if he and Imoen were able to get to the bottom of this nefarious tower, others could too.
Pulling a worse-for-wear leather bound tome from his satchel, the young man flipped open its many pages. As usual, he tried and failed not to see the inscription: a gift from those at home. If only everything could be enchanted that way, he might never need to feel he was lugging rocks around. That was a thought for another time, however. Loosing a sheet, he held it up, rummaged around for one of his many charcoal sticks and set about taking a rubbing from the stone encased mirror.
After a few moments, he had a semblance of its form. A little later, he had a few concept pieces. That was the easy part. The harder part was finding a suitable scrying dish or bowl, but as luck would have it, he might have a solution, assuming it wasn't just another crazy dream…