Normally on a calm night like this, one would expect all to be relaxed and quiet, save for the crickets and owls, but this was not the case within the confines of Cail's cabin. Inside there can be seen flurries of movement in the candle light and sudden flashes of white bouncing from one side of the structure to the other. Mumbled phrases and grunts could also be heard followed by the sound of a frustrated growl. Then, replacing those sounds came what seemed like thwumps of books hitting the floor followed by the clattering of a chair being thrown backward as quickly stood up.
"I give up," said Cail, disgruntled and, otherwise, bent out of shape. "No matter how hard I try it just doesn't seem to be a fruitful use of knowledge. I need... something that liv... no. Nevermind. It's late and I should rest. Perhaps the fates will grant me a vision." He rolled his eyes at what last he said. Cail wasn't one to believe in higher beings other than certain Immortals.
"Früz fa nýu." At these words, he laid down on his bed and then mumbled, "By the light of the full moon," *2 Spell* sending a bright bolt of energy across the room destroying the candle that lit it, turning the space completely black, and in turn, creating the perfect environment for sleep.