You see the dim outline of Zoha clothed from head to foot in a dark robe. A greying mist surrounds him, clutching, as if it is trying to pull him back through some otherworldly portal. He is clutching with both hands a tall, smooth staff crested by what looks like the carved figure of a dragon. Dim, bluish light occasionally pulses where the figure's hands touch the staff. He seems to be whispering or muttering something.. apparently to no one in particular.