open to any!
[Raistlin first begins his day near the library, where he can typically be found pouring over his newly re-acquired spell book. He's not just busy memorizing the old spells, but he's busy recreating the ones that his mind has memory fragments of. However diligent this particular mage is, he decides that a break is a necessary thing.
He gathers his books close to him and decides to wander the corridors near the library, making the mistake to glance into the mirror. He frowned, but his eyes widened as he actually saw what was in the mirror.
It was the image of his idiot brother, hulking in the background behind him, his sword clanking around noiselessly as the image was only a reflection. For anyone looking on, they would see a giant soldier dressed in ancient armor, with a body that appeared quite large compared to normal.]
Now then. What sort of spell would show me this particular image? Furthermore, who here could cast such a ridiculous enchantment?
[Raistlin's definitely curious. He's no fool: he recognizes the signs of a spell when he sees one. For no glass, not even the Dragon Orbs, can portray something like this without magic. Unless, of course, this is something that the new warden could produce. Raistlin didn't know what the abilities of these robots were or how far they could extend.]