[Van Zieks had no real way of guessing that the jar would hold a memory. The concept never would have occurred to him on his own, not being present in any fairy-tale concept he's familiar with, and he would have been fully fixated on the idea of some curse suppressing them, rather than them being extracted into some physical vessel.
That is to say, when the flashing and noise draws his attention as he nears the shrine, he's utterly baffled at the image of—the man's attic lodgings? An unfamiliar sight to Barok, aside from...
Then the figures speak, drawing him back to that nightmare. And it dawns on him.]
W-wait—
[But there's nothing to be done, even if he takes a step forward as if to advance upon the display. He has no way of stopping it, neither with words nor magic, and he's too far to even attempt something like placing the lid back on the jar.]
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That is to say, when the flashing and noise draws his attention as he nears the shrine, he's utterly baffled at the image of—the man's attic lodgings? An unfamiliar sight to Barok, aside from...
Then the figures speak, drawing him back to that nightmare. And it dawns on him.]
W-wait—
[But there's nothing to be done, even if he takes a step forward as if to advance upon the display. He has no way of stopping it, neither with words nor magic, and he's too far to even attempt something like placing the lid back on the jar.]