<strong>Pytyar</strong><br/><br/>Despite having the talent, magic was usually Pytyar's last resort.  He looked around and saw nothing.  The windows about letting in only feeble light.  They'd never been designed to provide light, afterall.  Or at least not much.  Mostly to allow air flow, they'd been built originally with defense in mind.  The magic lights were supposed to be more than enough for the room.  At the moment, however, it would be nice to have them larger.