At that implied threat, the illusion finally eased, and Yeolani heard a gasp of exhaustion. The room took basically the same form but without the furniture. Bloody markings emerged on the white stone walls. Finally, shimmering out of the darkest corner, an ancient looking sorcerer materialized, old enough to look like Gil but with far more wrinkles and weakened by his fruitless efforts. Kreftor also dressed in a purple robe like his minion below, but this one boasted the arcane markings that Yeolani assumed blood magic required.
"Much better," Yeolani commented and conjured a second seat for Kreftor as if they would have a comfortable conversation. "Now we can talk."
The sorcerer looked annoyed and reluctant to sit but instead played with a worry stick in his hand, leaking nervous energy
