A new power...

"Yarade sat in the quiet of his room at the inn, eyes scanning over the precious scrolls he’d recovered from Tresandar Manor. At least, his room would have been quiet if not for his owl. Yarade’s familiar was perched on the headboard of the bed beside him, flicking its wings, hooting, pecking at the furniture, and generally being a nuisance. That bird got one taste of battle and now it couldn’t stand a bit of study time! Yarade softly hushed the bird again and sifted over to the next piece of parchment in his haul. The elf gasped and felt his pulse kick up a notch. He was a lucky wizard! Maybe that havoc in the Manor was worth it, after all! One of the scrolls Yarade had recovered was for the spell Fireball. He’d been itching it learn such a powerful spell! The young wizard wasn’t sure he even had the skill to pull it off yet. He hastily whipped out his spellbook and a quill pen, all thoughts of his owl’s chatter forgotten. Yarade couldn’t help grinning as he copied Fireball into his spell tome, imagining what it would feel like to send a sphere of flame hurtling toward his opponents… "