He smiled slightly, before his eyes flashed, and then he lunged forward, catching the elf as she passed out. He quickly fabricated memories for the next hour or so, the same ones the illusion were playing out for the watchers. He then lay her down on the bed after stripping her down and scattering her clothing artistically, before placing one hand on her forehead. He quickly skimmed her mind, realizing that one of his training methods helped with that process, which was just as well, because he hadn't noticed any changes after using it, and had been about to discard it. He got the inner layout of the palace, the names and images of the magic users that the sultan employed, and checked for Cerulean's mother.<br/><br/>That done, he stood up, stretched and then looked over at Tyra suggestively. "So, we have at least an hour before we can go. Any thoughts on how to pass the time?"