meee ae f Ghe mirror shatters into hundreds of pieces against the Wayfarer's fist, and then into many more as be stomps on them repeatedly. His hopes lie broken on the floor. Sitting in a corner of the room, he ponders. We chechs under bis armor only to find that the marh of the curse has spread over bis shoulder, a grim reminder that bis time wears thin. finding no reason to continue, the Wayfarer remains in the corner until he falls asleep. emma