Madic dropped his (quite empty) spellbook and staff, dropping onto the bed. His greatest ambition is to be a great storm kindler, but he needed training for such a thing.

The Uniform room was quite boring, not to his particular tastes. The air was still, but that could be changed. Madic opened the window completely, a welcome breeze flowing in. It ruffled his hair even more than usual, eyes closed.

A knock echoed around the room, causing madic to crack an eye. "Come in. it isn't locked." he said rather clearly, despite the wind.