Last night, thanks to a successful scry, the party learned that one of the servants they had saved back during the liberation of a druid prison, had been the evil Sorceress in disguise. The same Sorceress whose name they learned back at level 5 (they are level 9 now and were level 7/8 when they freed the druids).
The shock and rage on their faces when they realized they were face-to-face with one of their enemies was fucking priceless. It immediately turned to fear when they realized this meant she knew all of them and what they looked like. Also, she pushed the party’s druid out of the scry, dealing psychic damage and making her bleed from the eyes.
After the session, my husband came upstairs and was like, “I’m so proud of you. But also WHAT THE FUCK?!”