Bartimaeus would appear from a clearing, his eyes narrow, a white marble wall in his path. no others were in his midst though he cared not. He stood still, holing his gaze for a moment. Then a small foloit would appear at his side. A hand would be raised, a finger pointed and almost at once, a gap in the wall would appear. The stone would not be blasted away, nor would it be destroyed in anymanner of disconfiguration. the stone would be compressed into a cirlce shaped path. As he passed through the wall's new opening, it would close behind him, keeping within milimeters from contact to his body. He would walk towards the monastery which he now knew so well, stoppping at a small garden near his room.
