While the others focused on their other instincts and sense, feeling the danger that lurked outside the building with the fallen silence, River focused on a different concern. His heterochromatic eyes stared at the center of the table as the others looked about for the enemy, feeling the tug of some form of magic beginning to make it's way into their dominion. The 'warriors'reached for their swords and began [i]their[/i] defensive. However River was on a defense of his own, pulling out a small moss covered stone with a rune on it. The tattoos on his face began to glow as he scanned the table for the magics point of origin, seeing the tear right when the orb appeared. Curious little thing, it began to crackle Lightning, sputtering it about. He reached out and began to chant, a bolt of Lightning strayed and struck the small moss covered stone, the scent of smoke and burning moss beginning to fill the area around him before getting sucked into the stone. Its runic mark now glowing an aetheric blue as a portion of the lightnings magic was trapped within.

 [Color=aqua]"Now that I have that for later. "[/color] Rivers hands began to weave, fingers twirling as he seemed to be sculpting something into the air. The bloodied water that was in the bowl began to fly up into the air from the various places it was spattered by the arrival of the new book. It flowed and formed into a small bird as River eyes began to glow, grabbing the bowl once more and filling it with water. A single touch was all it took to still the pool and created a mirror for him to see. With a command the bird flew out and River watched through its eyes from the safety of the bowl. [Color=aqua]"A creature capable of silencing an entire camp, potentially ripping mine and Beatrixs wards and who may have the title of Butcher, is potentially running amok and you wish to separate on your own to sound the alarms. By all means, go, be brave, and die a fool."[/color]