It's quite possibly the oddest invitation he's ever received. It's sent by a giant tortoise for one, and the meeting place is inside a bathroom of all things. He's forced to send a note back asking for specifics, but agrees to meet after the evening services.

There's likely no need for the Sword of Light to investigate a mirror, but it's slung across his back as a precaution all the same. If he'd never learned anything else, he knew magic in this world was largely unpredictable. Though he wondered if 'well-adjusted' was the right word.

He greets Tenn with a nod and looks him over. There's no reason for his friend to be any different from when he last saw him, but the months span through his mind regardless.

"You said it was a mirror?"