Confusion wrapped Miria like a shroud as she 'gazed' upon this not-dead Jinni somehow in her mind, a perfect stranger that may or may not have seen some of her darkest, most intimate memories. "I-I don't understand," she stammered. The more she interacted with him, the more real the conversation felt, as though he was physically here with her and she was actually conversing with him.

Gradually, a new setting took shape around them and clarified, her own mind attempting to make this conversation feel as real as she perceived it to be. The buzz of commerce commenced around her, accompanied by the smell of fresh-baked bread, the hint of manure, and the allure of Renna's surrounding shifting sands. She could feel the packed earth at her feet and see her tapestries around her. They were at the merchant square of Renna, exactly where Miria had first met this Jinni, except this time there were no guards hunting him. This time, he was just another person standing over her wares.

Somehow, this helped Miria gather her wits and organize the many questions swarming around her head. She could deal with this mysterious, mystical person in this way, merchant to customer, in her element.

"How am I to bring you with me if you are not physically here?" she asked, and the image of the Jinni shimmered, only briefly, as if to confirm what she already knew. "I am dreaming, you are here, but your body is somewhere else. How is this possible?" Miria looked around, as though doing so would give her the answers she sought. "Is your body on the caravan, perhaps?"

No. Miria remembered that he had said that it was still in Renna. She realized that if she was to better understand this person and this situation, she needed to know who this Jinni was.

"What are you?" she asked in her best business-like tone. "Who are you? Is this your magic, getting into people's heads?"