Round 205

The chamber's temperature drops dramatically as both women feel an unnatural chill settle over their skin. The walls themselves begin to ripple and distort like water disturbed by a strong current. The temperature in the chamber drops sharply, and both women feel an unnatural chill settle over them. The walls themselves begin to ripple and distort, like water disturbed by a strong current. The twisted reflection in what remains of the glass sends a chill down Varrika's spine. "By Moradin's hammer!" she growls, more than a little shaken. "I leap back from the mess, giving the glass a wide berth." She glances at Merrin, then back to the shifting fragments. "That thing... it's not natural. Magic of some sort, dark and wrong." The temperature in the chamber drops dramatically, and both women feel an unnatural chill settle over their skin. The walls themselves begin to ripple and distort, like water disturb...