It could also be this.
“Yes, Operator can you connect me to Olenna Penticrest? Why yes I’ll gladly pay the long distance charge. Yes, That is the account I want you to charge it to. Yes, You have a lovely day as well.” One must be nice to the operators only the uncouth could be rude as the common folk. Like that plan wrecker adventurer Taven Clearwater.
The mirror shimmered and a wizened woman appeared dressed the only way a rich dowager could. Her white hair expertly braided and interwoven with satin ribbons.
“Olenna Penticrest?”
“Who is this?” Olenna asked as she peered into her mirror and attempted to squint.
“I merely wanted to congratulate you for raising Taven. Did you hear the news? Taven helped end that dreadful kobold infestation. You did a wonderful job taking in your grandson.”
He gushed awhile on the superb upbringing she provided. He waited patiently watching as the tension in her shoulders dissipated. It was a treat to watch that wizened old face light up in joy.
After all, She was the handmaiden who picked up the baby and ran as the princess was slain in her own rooms.
He so disliked his plans being fucked over by scion of that princess. Ignorant of the dangers that was all around him.
Taven was strong. but were those around him? When one trod on the toes of dragons… The resulting talons were an inevitability.
He lamented the loss of this mirror but mirrors were replaceable.
“I have intruded upon your time long enough. So I shall take my leave.”
“Die”
The mirror cracked from the sheer force of his magic. The shards flying in all directions. But not before his spell thundered through.
snuffing out her life with a single word. The look of surprise was delightful. The mirror network had enabled certain possibilities. He had merely discovered the ability the network had to transmit high powered spells… Provided they were vocal. But he was experimenting with the Symbol spells to see if those worked just as well.
He scratched a mark on the wall. There were half a dozen similar marks.
How many connections did Taven have to his mother? One less.
“Servants I require another mirror” They cowardly provided.
Truly, He lamented sending that assassin. He should have gone himself.
Sometimes one had to manually prune withered branches and this was no different. Let Taven have his extraplanar adventure.
There would be no connection anchoring him to this world when he returned.
The dragon smiled.
He’d make sure of that.