"Uhhh of you've never been, how do you know that's where it goes... Also didn't we see someone get sucked I to the mirror before? Is the passaway already open!? That coukd be a huge safety concern for the fairgoers. Also you still didn't answer anything about what you know is going on? Every member of your crew we talked to said they felt like there was something different about how you've both been acting. Plus what's the deal with the watch, pretty quickly changed your tune to helping us over it, and it doesn't feel like it's needed to make this travel possible." He turns to start walking towards the hall of illusions. "Uhhh we can walk and talk about it."

Barreknar is starting to fell the only way they wod get the real answers they seeked qas to threaten to break the watch, but debates if they won't open the portal if they do...

"There is certain knowledge that the prior owner told us when we exchanged carnivals. You aren't the first ones we have helped through, but we are also not the only ones who know how to get through. It doesn't stay open for long. You are right, the watch has nothing to do with the portal. But it has everything to do with the carnival travelling. We can't pack up or set up without it's magic."

"Have you any idea what we'll find on the other side?" Moneo asks as they walk. "What is happening in the Feywild these days to cause problems?"

"I can say with certainty that you will find Prismeer. That is all I can truthfully say."

“Well, at least we will find Prismeer. That is the quest that we have been given by our friend.” Entering the hall of mirrors he looks to the group, and then to the misters, before handing over the watch, and says, “Let us be on our way then. What are the words to send us through?”

As Witch and Light move through the Hall of Illusions, their reflections in the mirrors show them as gloomy shadar-kai children, with your own youthful reflections following behind. Soon, they call you to a halt. The mirrors now reflect everyone’s true age.

Mister Witch addresses you in a hushed tone. “Everything you seek and more lies beyond this mirror. If you mean to step through, then stand in front of the glass and repeat this rhyme: Hither, thither, here and there; wander yonder, show me where.”

As you repeat the rhyme, you notice mist swirling in the mirror, blotting out your reflection. Anyone who then touches the mirror is pulled through (and becomes level 2). Dravos and Revelry, for one reason or another decide to not to pass through, preferring to stay in a plane they are familiar with.  

As the last person steps through (whoever that is), the owners will say one last thing, in a hushed tone. “Mind the Rule of Three: future, present, past.” “Find the alicorn and free the dormant queen at last.”

Stepping through the other side mirror, the first thing Moneo does is look to his hands, feeling almost at home in the Fey world around him. Looking up to his orcish friend he says, “Well, looks like it’s just us… Future. Present. Past… Alicorn… What do you think they meant by that?” He then looks around to get a sense of the world around him. ((Perception 20))

As the last of the willful adventurers is enveloped by the mirror, the strange woman leaps from the shadows, like a cat to a bird, feeling the mist lap at her face as she herself repeats the strange little limerick. For the briefest moment, she feels hesitant, as the mirror reveals her own youth. A frail little winter's dove wilting in a gilded cage...

...and then she was through. 

As you appear in Prismeer, you find yourselves stood at the edge of a raised and broken causeway under a hazy, twilit sky. The causeway, which is built from pale stones that glow faintly from within, towers over the surrounding landscape, but large sections of it have crumbled away. The parts that remain in place are separated by large gaps where portions have collapsed.

A fog-shrouded swamp spreads out below you in all directions, and up from its murk wafts the smell of rotting plants. Also rising from the swamp is the music of nature—a discordant symphony of croaking frogs and singing birds.

You are about 100ft up, on a 20ft wide highway. In the distant sky, Barreknar spots a great balloon made of patchwork material. It spins out of control as though punctured, causing the wicker basket that hangs from it to swing wildly. The balloon plunges out of sight, disappearing into the fog approximately a mile away.

Dravos looks down off the edge of the highway, "That's quite the distance down. I think we should all be careful not to fall over the edge."

As you look over the edge, you do see what looks like possible handholds and footholds going down the pillars holding up the bridge 

A moment later, the stranger flies out of the portal. Having taken a running leap, she flies square into the rear-most member of the party, collapsing to the ground in a furious heap. Immediately come the curses, some elven, some common, all of them utterly vulgar. 

As she rights herself, stopping only to take a breath, she notices that she's not alone. "Oh. Traako."

Seeing the undescribed stranger suddenly swearing and brushing themselves off next to him, Moneo, a not-quite-middle-aged Satyr with brown-red fur and sideburns, wearing little more than a vest missing a button and a backpack, says, "And who are you exactly?"

"Oh... u-um... this isn't... I was... Ugh, nuuta! Fine."

The woman bows slightly, her hair falling forward over her shoulders and across her face.

"I am Eliaanore, the shadow at your back for the last hour or so."

Her brown eyes rise to meet his.

"When I heard a certain conversation amongst you, of a way to Prismeer, I... well... w-well you shouldn't have talked so loudly if you didn't want someone to follow! So there." 

She lifts her head and shifts her weight, almost as if tensing for something. "So. Now what? You gonna kill me?"

Looking at the still undescribed women, Moneo just says, “Why would we want to kill you? That’s a strange assumption to make… And do you just follow anyone talking loudly through strange mirrors?”

"Y-yes! No, I mean..."

She's as flustered as she is irritated, almost as if being spared was a harsher punishment than death.

After a moment of stuttering, she blurts out her intent: "I seek a friend of mine in this place! She... she helped me once and now I'm here to return that favor."

Her eyes take on a look of immature defiance. "Then... then if you're not going to kill me, you're taking me with you! And that's that!"

((can you please describe your character? I’ve said 2 times already she was undescribed. At this point I only know she’s a she with long hair. Maybe a Dragonborn? Halfling? 2 year old? 200 year old?))

Moneo looks at this strange person and says, “And why would we take you with us exactly?”

She smirks like a child, though by her height and age, she clearly isn't. "You're not going to kill me, so what stops me from following?"

Moneo simply sighs and says, “Well, nothing, but if you’re just going to follow us just stay out of the way. I’ll just do my best to pretend you aren’t there then.” He then turns to Barr and says, “See anything interesting? Wanna head down and see what that balloon was? We could use someone to tell us where the hell we are…”

"Oh, traako. Now?"

The strange woman's body begins to shimmer and glow. Her eyes, once a dull brown begin to reflect a piercing yellow. Pallid chestnut curls become long golden locks. Her skin molts from a dirt-smeared pale to a shimmer not unlike polished bronze. Even her dress, once of aged linen and torn fabric, rearranges itself, unfurling into a fiery orange sundress. What had at once appeared a simple human woman in stained rags quietly became an elf, taller than most, and awash in the colors of a setting summer sun.

Feeling a tad exposed, she snarls for no reason,

"What?"