The tiger flops over onto his back and lets out a contrite little tigermoan. Sorry if I reminded you of something bad. Didn't mean to.

He yawns and then simply starts radiating a sort of calm, comforting energy. There we go. Just a little Aura of Peace. Well, there have to be jewelers in town. Now me, everything I do affects the mind or is a matter of physical cleverness. I'm not a sorcerer, I'm an illusionist.