Wolfram appears lost in thought as Brother Vernasus enters the room, having moved to the side and begun thumbing through a tome he pulled from his robes. Scanning and flipping through several pages, he eventully stops, reading while events unfold. Nodding to himself, he closes the book wth a dull thud as he puts it back in its inner pocket. He gives a little start at the sight of Vernasus, before bowing.<br/><br/>"My apologies, brother, I did not see you enter. I was just confirming the mirror's identity in the listings. Quite an interesting artifact. It is known as Xezzak's Reflection, and its only property -aside from being incredibly resistant to physical damage- is that should somone look at their reflection in it it spawns an unholy copy of that individual, though it can seemingly only produce one copy at a time. Truly fascinating. I assume Brother Johnson was studying whether or not it could create copies of lesser creatures than men for some reason. Likely to give those who come to the temple an example of a weak demon to study their qualities. A curious idea in itself and completely against doctrine but not without-"<br/><br/>Thankfully the man's long winded explanation is halted by a heavy gong reverberating throughout the temple. "Ah, the dinner bell. Brother Devlin, might I entrust these wounded men to your care to be seen to the hospice? And Brother Vernasus, could I trust you to round up the various travellers and Brothers who were involved in todays events to join me at my table in the hall? I would wish to speak to them. Oh, and before you go Mr Korasso, if you would be kind enough to send word to the guard for the securing of this artifact. I myself will remain behind to ensure its protection in the interim." He nods to himself as he talks, speaking with the air of a man holding no doubts his instructions will be followed. Almost absentmindedly he shifts his stance to put his misshapen arm behind his back as he moves to stand by the mirror.