[Bethany had been told to wait in the room with a cool, but civil tone. There isn't much in the room, so nothing to really focus her attention on. Just the table, the chair, a piece of parchment and a quill with ink.

Bethany sits for the better part of an hour before she finally picks up the quill and the ink, and begins to sketch out what she can remember, of spirit magic rituals. She writes a few questions to herself, as if trying to figure out precisely how to change a certain ritual to do a certain thing. It's grueling work, to be certain.