Baratoum speaks to Artemesia Recoyne through the Amerhleyne Mirror

The dark prince laughed at her pronouncement, closed his eyes and smoke shadows poured out of the mirror and prowled the chamber. Artemisia stood proud and unflinching.

"The old empire of Kiervaar.. you must be it's heir. If your Empress was not undying, that is. And so you seek me out. Bold. Beautiful. Ambitious. Your hunger for power gives you strength." Baratoum smiled wolfishly. "Your name and lineage give me claim to your empire."

"And your name and lineage give me claim to yours, all the world could be ours." Artemisia trembled with desire as she spoke.

Baratoum regarded her quietly for long moments. Eerie eldritch light flickered across the chamber, the shadows dispersed. "I'm sending my mount for you, immediately. Make ready, my wife. Be on the summit of Mount Duloun."

The mirror darkened and fell clattering to the floor. Artemisia laughed in delight and returned it to the statue, then flew to her chambers.