As Ty turned her gaze from the mirror, and slipped on the uneven ground, sliding towards the edge of the ravine. Acting faster than would have been possible in her old form, she drew a climbers pick from her belt and stabbed it into the ground, arresting her momentum with her right leg dangling over the edge. Pulling herself up, she turned around. The mirror where she had looked at her new appearance was placed near the edge of a ravine spanned by a rickety wooden bridge she doubted would even hold the reduced weight of her lithe, elvish form.
Across the cavern, she saw several openings leading into other caves or rooms within this underground complex. She turned back to examine the mirror, which she was startled to see no longer reflected her. A patch of shadow was snaking out until a circle of darkness was at the same place she had been standing. Ty had a choice to make: wait for the mirror to do whatever it was doing, smash it to prevent whatever was happening or brave the bridge to get away from the strange shadow.