And she might spot a familiar miniature mage crossing the road ahead of her, intent on the book floating in front of him, not noticing much of anything. He had lost so much research time, this past Storm. Frowning he stopped walking long enough to pull another book from the gem on his headpiece, and opened it, setting it floating as well, bracing his staff in the crook of his arm as he flipped through to find the page he wanted.

"The answer has to be here somewhere..."