Transfixed on the transforming smoke clouds your eyes widen. Shapes and figures twists in a rapid succession.
What used to be the outline of a horse shifts into a multitude of recognisable scenarios: You’re overwhelmed by the sensation of having been there and having seen it.
The smoke cloud evaporates. Next to you on the table is a lone candle shimmering with light, the only movement in the entire hall otherwise plunged in pitch black darkness.
Looking around you see Maldred sleeping on the ground with a mat beneath him. How much time has passed you wonder, as exhaustion once again sets in.
Without you noticing, day has shifted to night. You find yourself a suitable spot to rest, weary of what Maldred has shown you.