Draiss paused, before turning his head to the side, and smiled slightly. "No guards outside, no mages of any real note compared to me within the city limits, and the lord is... in the back half of the manor, war room three on the far side. There, act dropped. No glamor involved, and I was GOING to be nice, but you were FAR too sharp for me. Yes, you caught the one and only, Ulden, archwizard, hero, and companion to the seven traitors. Sorry, heroes, since they came back before I did. Now, what will you do about?"<br/><br/>He allowed his smile to widen a bit, his eyes flashing from brown to white, the glamor on his hair fading, and he snapped his left hand, a spear of pure white metal in it, radiating holy energies, exactly like the ones that had been given to the heroes. "I have a counter offer, 'ma'am,' you sit here for a half hour, I go down, have a talk with my former comrade, and I might not have to turn the town into a crater? And I have isolated the room already, so the bell pull under the desk you are frantically pulling isn't working. And the door isn't going to open short of blowing down the door frame. And I am already at the ground floor, so have a nice day, ma'am."<br/><br/>The dimension door faded into view even as it faded away, the illusion dissolving until only the mocking smile was left, floating in the air. He stepped out of the tower, and grinned to himself, before looking around, and heading to the manor, holding the spear as if it was his sivridut, blade pointing down and the haft against the backside of his arm, his stride purposeful as he headed straight for the nearest entrance.