The door opens into the apartment, revealing a comfortable lounge. A demon-blooded elven woman, wearing nothing more than an apron, is cleaning, and gasps in surprise, as they enter, though Xandria quickly shuts her down with a suggestion spell to step outside and talk with Alexsandra, for a few minutes. The mage's voice calls out from a back room, "Is someone there? Sara, did you say something?"<br/><br/>Following the voice, Amara easily locates the mage, and rounds the corner to find himself face to face with her. "You're not Sara, wh--" He's abruptly cut off, as her spell sinks in, his eyes going wide, then dropping, as he falls under her sway.