Just as she reached for the edge of the door to draw it further open, a gust of wind slammed the portal closed on her nose, nearly claiming a few toes from her foot. Growling she grabbed the handle and gave it a fair few tugged, mildly screaming as it refused to budge.

"Open... this... door..." she ordered between grunts of exertion. Pulling her crowbar from her pack, she slid it behind the handle and got ready to hoist.

Petty drew his stare up towards the direction of where he judged the book to have arrived from. Fine air stared back at him. Narrowing his eyes, Petty began to sweep his gaze across the room.

Books don’t just fly on their own…..

A cold wind whipped up, shutting the door and encircling the room. Petty stepped forward, just as a heavy roof tile crashed down where he had stood but moments ago.

Growling, Petty looked towards the door as it shuddered and shook. Something was attempting to come in. The noise of the door slowly became drowned out by a heavy wind which blew all around the room, muffling out all noise but the wind and sending Petty’s hair flailing madly in its untied state.

Petty stood his ground as whispers formed around him, dispensed on the wind which carried them. Ancient words spoken through ages, new words just formed, old words, warnings and greetings. With a slight twist, Petty dodged a suddenly hurled book as it darted past him.

"You want something?" Petty asks the wind in general.

Giggles reverberated around the wind and room.

Play…….

All the books took about the wind. Around and around they fly as Petty watched them, ready to dodge which ever of the books the presence decided to throw at him.

Suddenly, books flew forward, past Petty as he ducked and weaved to avoid them. Each book that passed by increased the presence’s giggling as it echoed around the room.

Fun….

The winds velocity increased, along with it the speed the books flying back and forth. Petty began to feel his muscles ache under the strain, a burning throughout his body racked him. Petty went sprawling as a book assaulted him against his ribs. Righting himself, a second book knocked him to his knees, winding him. Out of breath and for the most part energy, Petty’s eyes widen as a table which housed a few of the books begins to lift off the ground and join the wind.

Play! Fun!

Giggles flew around the room…

"Enough!" came the bellowed command from the end of the room. In a voice so few had heard raised, in a tone so rarely used, Karli commanded all those present even if some remained unseen.

Brining her hand to her face to keep strands of hair from whipping her in the eyes, Karli held her shield above her head, squinting into the madness of a maelstrom the spirits had constructed.

"This is not, I repeat NOT how we conduct ourselves here!" she roared, fighting to make her way towards the stranger just as the table began to lift off the floor.

"Put that down!?" she ordered as though speaking to an unruly child.

When it seemed obviously the raven would see his scene played out, Karli grabbed a nearby writing table, placing her back against the wall and kicking it away. She cringed as table and desk collided, adding a hailstorm of splinters to the storm the ghosts has conjured.

"You!" she barked, spotting the raven perched upon the balcony through the open windows. Wildly the curtains whipped about as the raven bobbed its head and tapped one amused claw upon its stone perch.

"Enough of this, be gone with you!" she ordered him, beginning to make her way across the room, deflecting most of what everyone was pitching at her. One of the ancient texts slammed into her thigh, charlie horsing her with unparalleled pain as she staggered to continue.

Before she got three quarters of the way towards throttling the raven, he released a deathly cry before letting himself fall from the balcony. Second later he was within sight soaring off towards the distance. With each acre he crossed the maelstrom died yet one more notch and Karli screamed in frustration, clutching her head.

Petty sat on the floor where he had been brought to his knees, flopping forward, a torrent of white hair obstructing his vision of the world.

How many times will strangers save my life? …….she knew, why would she be so franticly trying to get into the door if she didn’t know? More questions…

Petty attempted to get to his feet, as he did his left leg buckled under his weight and he was forced to shift his balance onto his right leg saving himself from the fall to the floor again.

"Damn!" Petty said in a fluster so great that the words escapes his normally solid mind.