[log] everyone i know goes away in the end
The week or so following his foray into spellcrafting on the fly is quiet - at least for Martel himself. Classifying his workload as 'quiet' is probably a matter of perspective, but it's a familiar hassle and one that most days he even enjoys. Nevertheless, if he wants to fine-tune anything out of what he pulled together for Hasibe he needs a bit of time not spent knocking heads together, not to mention the fact he doesn't have here at the castle all of the texts he's particularly interested in while he frames his notes into something more coherent than 'BY GOD I AM UTTERLY BRILLIANT'.
(Accurate, but lacking a certain something professionally.)
The long and the short of it is that when he finishes for the day, he intends to spend the rest of the evening and further working at the nexus library - and he is presently kneeling in the stacks in the section devoted to the development of new Styric spells as influenced by cooperation with the church of Chyrellos. It's going to be a very long night.