[What? How do you have a world where magic isn't common? Faris is about to ask how they light fires, keep their water clean, deal with wounds--everything--but the next question reminds him that they have more pressing matters than interrogating each other on their worlds.]

I've seen illusions, false images laid over a castle to hide the way in and make it appear as something other than it was. [The image of a normal castle laid over a hideous construction made of bones and flesh, specifically... but also the invisible paths through the Interdimensional Rift, and the Siren's projection of Papa, not to mention some spells Faris had used himself.] There's ways to break such things... let's look for something that's out of place.

[He holds his hands out in front of them, turning them back and forth. They still look like real hands, not a painting.]

Things that look like they haven't been painted.