Deemed Safe

Mirrors seem safe enough. Walls walls full of mirrors. Until you decide that your big conan sword was too heavy to wear to work this morning and next thing you know you're standing there with some daemons and such chasing you, deadly fog trying to snuff you out and no way to break a mirror. Unless riddles are like your thing and the mirror also happens to like them and you riddle it until it don't riddle no moar and it breaks into shards of once sentient turing based silicate. Thereby something about what happens when you break a mirror and how your luck has turned bad for some number of odd number of years springs to mind. No matter, we've got a pouch full of slugs, a salt-shaker and ladder in the back. Climb to the top, shake salt on your wounds, feed those slugs to the last remaining daemon. Then reaping the benefits of your demonic proffering use their diabolical powers to reverse the temporal damage and return said mirrors back to sand. That way it'll simply be a desert covered in dunes with a satiated djinn laughing at his cleverness. Jokes on him though. Everybody knows you can make more mirrors, but who can make more desserts... Charles Karalt. That's who.