"Dra--" She manages to get out, before teleporting back to his realm. Following the trail, it leads through a recently-acquired hole in the roof of the palace, into the main hall; here, he can sense the dozens of magic users helplessly flinging spells at the figure that stands in the middle of the room, holding the sultan by the neck; at a distance, it appears to be a pit fiend, but far too small. In fact, it's a human, male, dressed in fiend-skin robes, an artifact-level staff held in his main hand, that seems to have been carved from the thigh bone of an ancient gold dragon. The orb atop the staff glows with an inner light, the essence of multiple high-level creatures, including a balor, a solar, and a gold dragon, trapped within. A cloud of Ioun stones swirls around him, and magic rings adorn every finger.<br/><br/>"For the last time, tell me where he is!"