It was a small, one-floor wooden cabin, with large windows. They looked like they were made for the wrong house, because of their size in proportion to the rest of the house. The man turned the doorknob and when the door opened, Jeffery drew in his breath with a sharp gasp.

The inside of the house appeared to be normal at first glance, but a closer look revealed a staircase. A staircase leading up.

Jeffery turned, eyes wide towards the man, expecting some sort of explanation. He got what he was expecting.

“You see, Jeffery, Magic has more bounds than Myst spells, although that is the domain in which we, as Mystweavers, are most proficient. We can, however, cast some minor spells from other areas of the Arcane.

“This spell comes from the Material domain of spells. It is in the same category as some fairly well-known types of Magic that are usually assumed to be mere myth. But, as you now know, those stories are very, very true.”