Hracin nearly laughed at the answer, but held it back behind his beard.  "Master Corthirl?  Interesting.  I'll have to have a little talk with him and the Adepts about that," he said quietly, just loud enough to be heard over the weather, "seeing as he's not supposed to be teaching any magic to anyone."  The little ferret that was almost always with the Dwarf peeked out of his robes again, from a pocket down near his waist.  It ducked back a few heartbeats later as a particularly loud crash of thunder hit.