When he sees that grin, Syrlya thinks Strange would be right at home in the Priory, as one of their field researchers he often works beside.

"During a spar would be best. I'm sure most people would not appreciate either of us setting off violent spells in the middle of the carnival," he says with a lift of his hand. As he does that, the clone suddenly flattens out and shatters into glass-like pieces that crumble to the floor and disappear.

"But if you have anything else you can show me, like the mirrors, I would be happy to see it."