The only thing that makes the figure seem corpreal is the swish of his robes as he passes through the tower. Everyone regarding him with a mixture of fear and awe. None had seen him in decades and most foolishly assumed him dead. As he reaches the hall of mages he summons his staff and steps through the portal. He sneers coldly at the assembled magi as he comes to a stop before the Heads of the Orders. The air is thick with their fear as he says in a voice of ice, " Fools all of you to believe me dead." He sneers as he pulls his cowl down staring at each mage in turn. "I am very much alive." The room bursts into a cacophany of shouting as Jachart vanishes from sight.