Berin was led into a large room with a vacant throne. Above the throne, an oversized portrait of a regally attired man. The right eye of the painting appeared quite usual. The left was large, round, glassy.
As they approached, Berin looked at the throne, puzzled,"Where's the King?"
The guard gestured towards the painting, bowed, "Your Likeness, the boy you summoned."
Suddenly, it dawned on Berin. A conversation with a painting. It felt odd, but he would have to adapt. He had been summoned.
The guard turned and left Berin alone with 'His Likeness'.
"Your Likeness, here is the list."