Ghanon had fingered the newly fashioned ring in his hand, inspecting it closely before slipping it on his middle finger. At that point he considered what she said about her gifts with sand. She could track anyone or anything with it if so much as a grain found its way onto them. If that was all that was necessary then he had reason to believe that a grain of sand was somewhere upon him at this very moment. He would have a chance to inspect his robes later. Until then, he knew the ring would have to suffice.
At first the ring seemed to be a little too big, as if it was slightly over estimated than it should have been. But the ring mysteriously self-adjusted, shrunk to make the perfect fit. He tugged at it slightly to ensure that it wouldn't accidentally slip off. It wouldn't be long before he passed through the mirror along with her, entering a reflective dimension that people so often neglected to realize.
Behind the panes of glass, was a plane unseen by most, a hall of mirrors standing side by side. He heard voices coming through the mirrors, ones of the guests that spoke in a cacophony that made sense to no one. He let go of her hand and kept a steady pace as he walked along a paned floor, glassy, and showing visions of him and her walking in all different directions, disappearing at a mirror's edge and coming back to view in a different pane. Ghanon was not confused and knew exactly where he was going. As long as Ba'ast kept up, she wouldn't get lost. Should one unknowingly step through an unknown pane, they were likely to wander into a place where they could never return to where they knew before.
Ghanon listened to the voices of the man and the servants that wrestled him to the ground. The glass was here. He stopped at what appeared to be the end of the hallway. The long glass mirror that was in front of him showed his own image. He blew his breath at it and the glass shimmered like rippling water, and soon the image of himself faded away to the image of the inside of the guest's room where his wife had gone missing. The room's mirror was tucked away into a corner of the room.
"This is it," he said and gestured for her to watch.
He watched the man carefully be untied as the door to the room was opened slowly and the Baron stepped through. Behind him were two other servants, still dressed in their evening regalia but with weapons at their hips. His initial assumption that they doubled as both servants and guards had been correct. The guest rubbed his raw wrists and looked up when Von Arenim gazed at him peculiarly. The Baron tugged at his mustache and beard and stood before him.
"Where has she gone?" the guest asked him.
"She? I'm sorry?"
"My wife! She's missing! I can't find her. We were in this room the entire time. She was on the bed here and I came back from the washroom here and then she was gone. Almost in a blink of an eye! She can't just have vanished like that! Please, tell me where she is!"
"I'm afraid I have no idea what you are talking about. I'm sorry this has happened," the Baron said. If one looked at his face, they could tell that he truly was sincere in what he said, though he didn't seem at all surprised. "We will do all in our power to find her, my friend. She will found you, I guarantee. Do not worry and please remain calm. Here, take this." The baron produced a small object that looked like a tea packet. "Sergio, please prepare, Mr. Engrin, here the brew," he said to the servant at his side. Sergio nodded and vanished to retrieve the objects required.
"Mr. Engrin," the Baron continued. "We will search every square inch of the estate. She must be here somewhere. Like you said, she couldn't have up and vanished."
Within minutes, the servant called Sergio returned with a tray of silverware, tea set and set it on the bedside table. He produced a cup and took the packet from Engrin, and prepared the tea. When that was done, he handed it back to the guest. Engrin was suspicious at first and looked at Von Arenim with puffy, miserable eyes and soon sipped the tea without question. He looked woozy at first and before he knew it, he slumped backwards on the bed, the cup saved from spilling all over him by a quick motion of Sergio. Engrin snored lightly and was set to lay back on the bed in a relaxed formation.
Von Arenim looked at Sergio. "This should not have happened," he said dangerously. "But as unexpected as it is, we will do as I have said we will. Lock all the doors. Make sure all the guests are in their rooms. Nobody leaves until Mrs. Engrin is found. Should anyone have any objections, do your best to preserve peace. Should they continue resistance, I give you all the authority to lock them in by force. If there are any missing guests, find them and bring them to me! I will not tolerate another incident like this." With that, the Baron turned on his heel and exited the room.
Ghanon stepped back and glanced at Ba'ast. "I don't suppose that invitation to stay in your room is still available is it?"
