Very little supernatural happens in the next, oh, half hour by the water-clock. In deed, very little happens until about an hour passes and a small team of servants knocks and calls in, asking if anyone needs or wants hot rocks, hot water, or thick quilts as snow has started coming down outside, and is unexpectedly heavy.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">And now being made a bit aware of the work, it's possible to hear the tromping skitter of the magic at work, pulling... something towards the city center. But without being nearer the center of the working, it's impossible to tell more.</div></div>