Mirror

"What is this?" Daran asked, indicating an item covered by what appeared to be curtains. It was odd, considering they were in an interior room with no windows.
"That is a dangerous artifact and yet one not worth fearing. It is simply a mirror, though instead of showing you a reflection of yourself as you currently are, it shows what you will be in the end. Most see nothing, and as such many refuse to chance a look. You may decide for yourselves, though I would ask that you be quick, as the Master is waiting."
"I would know my future,"declared Roland, and he quickly yanked the covering off. He stood before the mirror but a moment before turning away, his expression one of disgust and anger.
"Lies! I am no common man! I will not fade into obscurity!" He stormed away from the mirror, angrily muttering as he eyed the others to see if they would follow suit. Nirav, his mouth curved in a smirk so small that it was nearly impossible to discern that he was, indeed, smirking, shifted his gaze to meet the eyes of each of them, as if asking if they too wished to see their fate as shown by the mirror. All declined, until he came to Daran. At first, Daran went to shake his head, but something about the mirror seemed to pull at him, and he instead nodded and stepped forward.
He stood there, transfixed for what seemed an eternity before a hand on his arm returned him to reality.
"Daran? What do you see?"
He turned to meet the worried emeralds that were Jacqueline's eyes, and flashed her a quick smile.
"The same as Roland, nothing. It is more disturbing than I imagined."
With a nod to Nirav, Daran signaled the group was ready to move on. A curious look filled the man's face now, but he simply nodded and waved for them to follow further.
"His office is not much further."
The group fell in behind again, though Jacqueline no longer looked about the room of treasures in wonder. Instead, she looked at her own feet, or Daran's back, and wondered about what he had seen. Something had been off when he had responded to her, whether it was the look in his eyes or his tone of voice, she couldn't exactly pinpoint it. All she knew is that he hadn't been honest with her.
While that in and of itself disturbed her, she was more concerned with what he might have seen that was worse than nothing.