The picture twisted and twirled.  Slowly coming into focus and showing a
view, like a window, looking out onto the desert.  It displayed a
distant view of a small group of people.  Skeetr knew nothing of what
this mirror was doing or who the people were.  He could see the glint of
armor and weapons and, by the size of some, he recognized them to be
warriors.  The mirror twirled again and then was filled with the image
of a hand.  It was a large hand with one ring.

This magic mirror was too confusing to Skeetr and he decided to leave it
alone, continue his search of the room and make his way.  He still
needed some food and water before he would find a hiding place for the
night.  This was actually the first time since Skeetr had been trapped
in this place that he knew when night really was.  There were two tables
loaded with items, most looking to be potion ingredients, but Skeetr
knew some of them to be edible.  There always seemed to be water of some
kind around, he couldn't understand why, but didn't care - he took a long

drink from a bottle.

The only weapon that was light enough for Skeetr to pick up was a small
steel tanto.  He tucked it into the strap of his fanny pack. He was
becoming more and more willing to do anything to get home.  If he had to
fight, so be it.  Finished his immediate task (Skeetr decided that he had
spent 
enough time searching the room), he started thinking ahead of following
the 
hallway to the right, to areas he hadn't been before.  He hadn't seen
very 
good hiding places in his travels the previous day and thought that he'd
explore 
a bit more, besides, this area may become very dangerous when (if) the
dead 
mage is discovered outside.  Skeetr turned to exit the room.  In the
doorway 
was an elderly man in priests robes.  The man looked so frail that he
might fall 
over any moment.

Skeetr felt his luck drain away like it was liquid and being sucked from
his 
body through a straw.  He could see no escape with the man standing in
the
doorway, the only exit.  Skeetr saw the glint of the swirling mirror in
the corner 
of his eye as the man lifted a wand.  In an instant, everything in the
room 
became ice.  The walls; tables; the mirror; even Skeetr - frozen like a
popsicle.  
The man stepped up to Skeetr and pushed his frozen figure aside.  The
statue 
of Skeetr slid all the way across the room before stopping with a "thud"
against 
the wall.  The man stepped up to the mirror.  It's frame covered in ice,
but the 
glass untouched by the frost.  He spoke a few words to it, viewed the 
image shown there, then turned and walked away, his face as
expressionless as the ice coating on everything in the room.