Eino listened attentively as the Professor elaborated on his very brief answer in regards to oracles, the Greeks, and Pythia. He was actually making sense in divination? And understanding? AND LIKING IT?! Absurd! Eino hated divination! Well, most of his hate was a product of his ignorance and now that he understood it, he liked it. He began to write down more and more notes, detailed, specifics, trying to record every word the Professor said. HE raised once again, this time not timidly or hesitantly but very enthusiastically, his hand shot in the air, in a very "Me, me, me! Pick me!" way. And finally it was his turn to speak, "Professor, there are far too many forms of Divination that I have heard of. One of them I have tried practicing was Austromancy, the study of the winds, but to no avail." Eino failed miserably, and left him to wonder how was he supposed to study something he couldn't see. It probably required an additional skill, he thought.