"Perhaps you could have him pretend to be a dwarf maid?" Asher whispers to Melkolf with a wicked gleam in his eyes "Erik was pretty keen to see a dwarf maid after all"
Melkolf raises his eyebrow at the suggestion, then shakes his head, pulling out his mirror. He points it at Theobald, mentally issuing the suggestion: 'You should take that useless helmet off... it doesn't protect you from gaze attacks, and only hinders your vision'
Putting on the helmet again, Theo gazes into Melkof’s Mirror. Theo you don’t feel any urge to walk across the room, but the quality of the air inside the helmet changes, it feels stuffy like the air before a storm. Your pretty certain that the feeling can be released against anyone nearby looking at you.