Henna let a giggle pass her lips och focused the view in the orb on the running mans face. "What drama!" she whispered and stared at the milky white mist inside her glass as if in a trance, eyes wide open. Her room was pitch black, illuminated only by the faint light provided by the scrying glass. It was a powerful artifact, her glass, but also a dangerous one. She knew somewhere deep inside that if you stared into it for too long you wouldn't be able to stop, but she could manage a bit more before finishing for tonight. Just a little bit. With a wet sound she ripped a piece of the runny red, spiced meat she kept in the bowl beside her and put it in her mouth. Little red steams ran from her lips as she drooled and chewed on the stolen steak. She took to running her now greasy fingers down her hair, as she always did when she was focused, and let out a breathless sigh. "Just a little more" she mouthed as the running mans persuers started to come closer, "just a little..."
The suddenly the door creaked and Henna threw herself around, tossing a little skin over her orb in the process. "Who's there?" she shrieked and started fumbling for her knife.