“Of course, Byg’wigg was just going ask if Byg’wigg’s hand was stuck. Arguablys, that be much easier to tell if statue lie, but heys, that Byg’wigg. We be going!”

"Then let us move on..." Ivellios bows gracefully to each statue before following the group.

You each filter through the red door after the last person enters the statue that once stood by the doors side now stands in its entrance blocking any attempt to leave.

Torches on the walls, flicker to life with a brilliant blue fire. A simple white hall lays before you, one side of the hall has a large regal looking mirror hanging on it. The length and width of the mirror nearly cover the entire wall leaving only a foot of space where the actual wall can be seen. The floor is bare expect for a small rug the covers the end of the hallway. The opposite wall has several doors lined up on it.

The doors in order from where you entered:

A thin tall red door.

A wide green door.

A small wide blue door.

A average sized yellow door with a curved top.

A small thin orange door.

A tall wide indigo door.

And an average looking purple door.

Ivellios:

Byg’wigg eyes the mirror woefully, “Lari, is mirror magics? Byg’wigg no taking chances.”

Ivellios saddens as the book becomes dust, he begins to feel a guilt in his chest. If only they could have stayed maybe things would have been different. Those words crossed out could only mean, that it wasn't a dream it was reality. 

He mumbles a few words "Did we fail.... Did I fail...Why send us back only for her to die... I don't understand my Lady..."

Lari eyes the mirror skeptically from a safe distance. "I have no idea, Byg'wigg. Try poking it with something you don't mind getting stuck... What was that? I didn't hear you." He moves his gaze over to Ivellios.

“You no have something to be detecting if is magic? Huh. Kobold sciences then!” Byg’wigg pokes it, but only with a finger, specifically the pinky.

The mirror does nothing when Byg'wygg pokes it.

Byg’wigg pokes it some more and sing-songs, “Hello? Is you magic? Is Byg’wigg fairest king? The answer be yes~.”

"What sort of funhouse is this? The Hall of Tricks indeed. How do we choose a door? I like green, personally." Quintoc will look at the doors in the mirror and then directly at them to see if he can discern any differences in how they appear.

Roll a Perception check for me please Quintoc.

Perception: 20

All the doors are the same in the mirror as they appear in room, as you look into the mirror the unsettling thought that something might be looking back at you crosses your mind.

"It's nothing.." Addressing Lari and continuing towards the doors he would like to use his Divine Sense to feel if any of the doors are entrances to a dream rift or not.

Being that you are currently in the Realm of Dreams, your divine sense flares up intensely, shifting through the noise you find that none of the doors lead to a dream rift.

"I think we're being watched," Quintoc says, eyeing the mirror suspiciously. "Anyhow, we should just choose a door. Maybe stand back in case this is a bad idea." He goes to the green door and tries to open it.

As Quintoc tries to open the green door a cloud of purple smoke is released from the crack where the door meets the floor.

Quintoc make a Constitution saving throw DC:11

"Gah! PURPLE smoke coming out the GREEN door?" 

Constitution save: 7

"Save me, Byg'Wigg!"

Byg’wigg’s eyes twinkle greedily, “You king shall be saving you!” Byg’wigg whips out the Doss Lute and, Wis 15 Save: 11, plays a jaunty tune, “Quintoc, no be dying of poison. You no allowed to die. Byg’wigg say so~” Protection from Poison!

Quintoc suffers 6 poison damage from the smoke before it dissipates. The green door remains firmly sealed.

OOC: Lucky.