Varek watches Bronsk fiddle around with the relics, then he sudenly speaks up. "Uh.. you know, what if we have the sides mixed up ? The poem says, the strength shines from the left hand, okay, but then it goes on the truth guides our hand from the right. Which right ? Ours or that of the eye ?"

Varek looks to see if anything special is on the right side of the room, relative to the "eye" like a pedestal to put the mirror on or something.

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