Jania was quiet for a moment, then lowered the staff, holding it in her right hand. She brought her left hand up, concentrated, and snapped her fingers, feeding power into the heat caused by the friction of her fingers. A fire grew in her hand. Satisfied, she gripped her staff in both hands, assuming a combat stance, feeding power into the flame. The fire wreathed itself around the staff, coiling around it like a snake. "Why yes, it is, isn't it?"