Viktor said nothing for about a full minute after Ode had finished explaining.
Then he lifted his head up, away from his book. "Oh, you're alive then? That's a relief to know. I was very afraid, you understand, that I might have to go pay yet another group of adventurers to go find out what happened to you."
Viktor placed his book upon his desk and leaned back, fingers steepled in front of his face. "So I suppose the theories were correct and the Plane of Mirrors exists. Good to know. And, evidently, it is inhabited by malevolent, or at least xenophobic, entities. Also good to know.
I imagine the creatures were telling the truth. It is very probable that they can see through all, or at least most mirrors, and probably have always been watching you."
The Conjurer sat up straight. "I've actually more work for you lot, if you're up to the task. Another simple errand. An artifact I require for my research, among other baubles, was being shipped by boat to me. The package has not arrived, and I understand that the vessel carrying it was waylaid by pirates en route. Fortune, however, has smiled upon me. In what is, I'm sure, a completely unrelated incident, the pirate vessel carrying my artifact wound up meeting with some unfortunate end, and running aground not too far from the city. I want you to go to the wreck of the ship, and retrieve my possession. This is a simple task, and I imagine even you three could manage it. Upon completion of the task there shall be 1000 gold for each of you, more or less the same as before.
Are you interested? Or shall I have to waste more of my precious time sifting through the rabble to find errandboys?"