She shook her head and got up from the covers and walked over to her desk, pulling out the book he had given her. It was… strange. He had been hoping there was magic in here she could use, rightly concluding that it was similar to what she practiced. He was right, but it consisted of simple spells, interspersed with the occasional high level conjurations and was nothing new to her. What was new however, was the book itself. All the texts she had seen concerning the old magic were ancient, dusty, oftentimes falling apart or penned anew by Mistress.