"The council has heard your request and will be in recess for deliberation." Said the man in the ominous back robe.
Evren bowed his head slightly and turned to leave the room. Before he opened the door he heard a question from one of the other council members. "Before you go, would you describe what your original race looks like?"
Evren paused and turned around, casting an 'illusion' of himself into the center of the room. It was him at various points of his life, with his wife and children included from time to time. They spoke in his native language, one that nobody could understand. After a couple of minutes, he dispelled the 'illusion' and looked to the council member.
