He turned and looked up. He had thought about climbing up the nearest tapestry, for it was tantalisingly close, but the movement would tip off Meranax, no matter how carefully he climbed. Still, it did provide good cover if he climbed up the back of the cavern wall. The tapestry’s shadow covered him from all the mirrors, but a single loose rock could reveal where he was in an instant. He looked back down but immediately ducked behind the mirror again as Meranax stalked near the mound he was standing on. The chests beneath him remained sturdy and unmoving, and the shard of mirror seemed to have its base buried somewhere deep in the mountain of treasure which would explain why it could support his weight without shifting when he leaned against it. It rose up almost as tall as the tapestry above him. Briefly, he wondered what massive structure it had been a part of, once upon a time, before its shattered pieces were gathered as part of a treasure horde, but nothing came to mind that would equate to ‘gigantic valuable mirror’. He did, however, see a way out, but it was nearly half of the cavern’s distance from where he now stood. Getting there would be a feat in and of itself.