<strong>General</strong><br/><br/>Amidst the chaos, a few adepts, ignoring the upstart mage, began shepherding students around.  A couple magi moved to assit them, under the direction of those higher up.  For the moment, they seemed to be working in the light that Sholol radiated.  most were moving around aimlessly, waving wands, muttering incantations, making hand gestures.  All seemed to be pretty futile.<br/><br/><strong>Pytyar</strong><br/><br/>For his part, Pytyar moved around among certain students.  He grabbed a couple and sent them to the storerooms.  There'd maybe be some torches there.  If not, they'd have to improvise.  Rags and sticks, a bit of oil or something.  The castle had to have a few things of a mundane nature lying around.  Even if those items were usually just practice tools.  "Let's get some torches or a fire going somewhere in here . . . someone get come flint and gather up some straw or something for tinder," he said to a couple people nearby.