Thirty minutes later, the wizard was back out into the harsh blizzard conditions. He was carrying the little sack as he caught up to one of the lamplighters who was cursing a blue streak. Sajon patted him on the shoulder and slid one of the stones into the lamp. Immediately, the small area surrounding Sajon and the lamplighter had calmed. Wind and snow was still erupting all around them except for the little area.

"It's like being in some ... reverse snowglobe." The lamplighter smiled as he reached up to light the lamp.

"I can't promise if the stones are going to stay around this time," Sajon explained, "but if they go missing again, I'll have to work out another spell that wouldn't interfere with the anti-wind spell."

"Got this one lit. Let's go."

The two men walked from lamp to lamp in order to get the streets lit for the cold blustery night that was approaching...