Don't be fooled by the dream. Reality is much harsher—in my first dream I could weave spells flawlessly that I've only successfully duplicated a month ago. It fills your head with fleeting knowledge, like waking from a slumber you can hardly recall.

There is a Witch's organization, with classes not unlike those of the monastery. The Coven teaches regularly about a great number of their magic's facets; it seems to be common for a Witch's talents to be drawn to two particular schools.

[He waves a hand lazily at the bird.] "Conjuration," as they call it, is one of mine. Depending on the nature of the spikes, it may be yours, as well—that, or evocation, if I am to guess.