Cerul dresses quickly, leaving her armor off, and moves out into the room to join him. She looks full of questions, but his urging to remain silent stills her tongue. She, at least, appreciates the difficulty of using magic, and bides her time.<br/><br/>As he struggles against the warding, he feels the image being redirected, to the sultan's mage, in his laboratory. He looks up from his work, peering towards Draiss, though the image is apparently more clouded than on Draiss' end. "Who... are you? You are strong, I can see... what do you want in Al-Jazeem's palace, mm?"