loreweaver-universe: every window within a forty-mile radius of my current position has functionally ceased to exist as a window and can now be more accurately described as “potential shivs”, “the cronch”, “anti-foot countermeasures”, and/or “boy howdy do I hope they never find me” Looks like we found one of the men who bought Shatterbird’s power.
The table was silent for a moment. I could see something in the faces of the Travelers. Pain? It wasn’t physical, so perhaps it was emotional? It could be fear, guilt, regret, or any number of other things.
Clearly this means they trapped Noelle in a mirror for thousands of years.
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