It wasn't unusual to see moths in the garden at night. But Sylvando suspected that seeing one roughly the size of a carthorse with a wingspan to match would be unusual anywhere. He might suspect that it was one of the local Corrupted creatures, but it seemed to be perfectly willing to sit there peacefully.

Still, when he approached it was with as much caution as interest. "Well now," he said, "I haven't seen anything quite like you around before. Did you come through the mirror, by chance?"