Who?

"Deal with who?" A boyish, yet familiar tone suddenly popped up.

Bardeelus was supposed to approach the two-hundred dark mages that got here, but within a blink of an eye, it felt as if his entire world changed. 

He found Tim, out of all people, right close by; He was breathing, and 'observing' the dark mages too. This occurrence was very weird and almost random, as it went beyond the point of why Bardeelus got to that graveyard to begin with.

In a minute's time, as Bardeelus frantically looked at both Tim and the guests who suddenly disappeared, he figured out what went on. 

"Ah, an illusionist is fucking with me." He said, casually. "Weird how they know about Tim, though, guess it's a geezer who really knows what they're doing, damn it."

A lesser person would break down on the sight of a dead family member, but Bardeelus didn't feel quite ready to act retarded. Instead, he grabbed Tim by the head, and pushed him out of the way.