Zataire seems to be muttering something in a low tone, which goes on for a bit, then the last of his wounds and bruises start healing, his eyes start glowing white and his robe seems to be getting longer, and more profoundly made. His robe turns indigo with a gold outline. The tavern goes silent and the low hum of his murmuring gradually rises to a  shout of "LAEH EHT SDUOW FO CIRIPMAV HCUOT" He falls and his wounds are healed and his robe returns to normal.<br/><br/>He looks around the tavern and realizes again where he is. He quickly closes his book and rushes to his room, nervously chastising himself as he stumbles up the stairs dropping an envelope in his confusion.