"Brother Aldus! Prior Nicol wants you!" The voice echoes through the infirmary, but Inric ignores it, engrossed in the book already. "Is he having another of his headaches?" Rummaging follows, then the sound of footsteps leaving the infirmary. And then the curtain is pushed aside, and the boy called Wil looks through, a worried expression on his face. "I'm sorry about Cyrward," he says, then steps inside properly, letting the curtain fall behind him. "I, uh, I wanted to ask. Would you be willing to magic a door open and lock it again later?" "Yes, that is possible," Inric says, inwardly hoping that this time a bit of lock-persuading will be all that's needed. "Which doors do you need opened?" "The door to the mayor's house."