"That's a handy spell to keep in your back pocket," Max commented as the room began to smell like a beach. It felt positively balmy in here now, rather than numbing, cutting cold. Much easier to operate.

"Obviously something went out through that back wall. A construct, a homunculus, maybe even a summoned demon. We'll have to look through the books," Max declared. He quickly began to scan the magical tomes. Countless hours in libraries had taught him to separate the wheat from the chaff, to figure out what was worthwhile. Max scanned the titles for anything related to cold, weather charms, constructs, or summoning. As a secondary priority, he looked for worn covers, books that were obviously consulted more than others. If he could piece together what this mage had been working on then it would be much easier to undo the damage. He also kept out an eye for anything that looked like personal notes.