[ Koltira does not like this place. He's loathe to look at himself in the eye on a good day, and this is not a good day. The reflections taunt him, surround him, and he'd like nothing more than to smash each one of them to pieces. He's lifting his sword to do just that when he hears someone call out to him.
maze!
Scowling, he turns around slowly. ]
If I did, I wouldn't be here right now.