“It is midafternoon, we are in a town called Anabir, and I am forty-eight.” Davian stared in disbelief. Again, nothing. “How did you do that?” he asked, stunned. Taeris shrugged. “An old trick. Not one many of your generation would know, but common enough knowledge back when the Augurs ruled. It’s a mental defense, a shield against invasions of the mind. It takes training to do for any period of time, but most people could hold it for a few minutes effectively enough.”
Sounds like something old Abenthy or Elodin would teach.
