The pain of the orb activating near him was blinding, and he bit through his tongue in the pain, the powerful surge of magic washing across his senses honed to detect the most minute possible variations in a magic field. It was like putting a sound amplifying device right next to a roaring dragon. Once his head cleared, he stepped further from the stand, allowing Aerie guards to take control of the prisoner, and allowing himself to be firmly directed out and away from the Aerie until he was summoned. He did, however, expect his tentative 'clan elder' to hunt him down and try and gut him for daring to display the fact he had a brain without permission.