Out there in front of the Great Mirror — a reflection of an illusion of the Great Mirror, to be precise — a man was sitting on the cold stone floor, strumming an old guitar.
The slow, wistful melody echoed in the dim expanse of the vast chamber, reflecting from its distant walls. The dead silence that reigned in the depths of the mountain served as an opulent background for the melody, making each note feel full and rich.
As Sunny and Effie entered the chamber of the Great Mirror, the man hummed in a low, pleasant voice.
"Mmmmm… mmmm… mmmmmm…"
Sunny did not know what he had expected the Castellan to look like. However, he definitely did not expect him to be wearing cheap, torn jeans and a faded windbreaker jacket. The man was sitting with his back to the gates, facing the covered mirror — so, they could not see his face. However, they did see that his hair was long and disheveled, in dire need of a brush and shampoo.
