Narrator: *You stare into the eye. Your reflection stares back.*
Narrator: Wisdom (Insight): *The longer you stare, the more uneasy you feel. There is a presence. You are seen.*
Roz: Reach out to the presence.
Narrator: *Your consciousness surges into the orb. First there is blackness - then a pair of unblinking, red eyes. Pain grips your skull as the eyes stare into you - then look away. The connection is broken.*
kicking my feet and giggling. who's looking at me? are we flirting? cmon let me talk. i know you recognize me from the goblin camp, we had a moment there too before i destroyed that eye.