Just before leaving, Inric gives in to temptation. "And stop treating capacity for using magic as a shorthand for merit," he says to the cowering Den Arvon. "It's not even a guarantee of common sense. Obviously," he adds, with meaning. Den Arvon flushes angrily. "GUARDS!" he yells, and the two who had escorted Inric there came in. Inric gives the Elect a withering look, then the guards yelp and jump backwards as he vanishes and a swirl of air replaces where he had been standing.