“Noooo! The fruit of the fields and pure spring water, my one weakness!” he yelled, squirming and recoiling from the circle. He paused for a second as if in thought. “...And nothing else. Curse you ponies!” he hissed at them as he stumbled back, reaching behind him as if to grasp for something. His claw fell across a cloth covered object next to an aged and broken looking wardrobe. it was shiny and reflective, and the human screamed. “Not my true image! I cannot bear it!” he shouted as he grabbed the tall mirror and threw it to the ground next to him, landing on a conveniently placed bundle of woven cloth that Golden Eye was sure hadn’t been there before she had come back in from the back room. But that didn’t matter as it revealed a door behind the mirror, one that was slightly open and lead to a side door.