You do not have to do anything. I simply need to try and preform the spell with the arcane, rather than fel magic. [His grin broadens, it was his turn to be a cheeky little shit.] Should be fine, or you could wind up a sheep.

[He glanced around and picked up a rock, and knelt down to draw a circle of magical runes. Even without his "special eyes", he could predict the flow of magic well enough. A few words in the arcane language, and the runes lit up a faint purple. Illidan stood up looking quite pleased with himself. Ten thousand years and he's still a master of the arcane. Or perhaps it was just his addiction to magic shining through, even in his current state.

Either way he guided Rei into the circle, and with one final word of magic, Rei would see some old remnant of Suramar from Illidan's memory. Obviously it was a city of wealth and power- and a gross overuse of magic. Canals ran through the city, and it was obviously a city where aesthetic appeal was Very Important to his people. Probably not surprising given that, at the time, they were a race of ageless immortals with nothing better to do.

The glimpse into the old city ended as abruptly as it started. It has only been a minor spell, just enough to get the job done. But hey! She wasn't a sheep!]

...Well?