Down in the library, Hracin looked out hte window with a frown.  He'd sworn he'd heard thunder.  And on an perfectly clear day too.  It was unusual that the Hidden Adept would change his mind so quickly regarding the weather.  Very unusual.  Closing the book he'd been looking at the Dwarf decided to go investigate . . .<br/><br/>Ten or fifteen minutes later, he stepped out onto the roof.  As a vetern spellcaster, he knew better than to say anything, so did the ferret that poked its head out from his robes.  Instead, he simply stood and watched the student continue or complete her ritual.  This should be interesting.  He hoped she had permission from one of the magi or adepts.