She shook her head, watching the bowl carefully. "It shouldn't..."
The dry ingredients caught flame, flickering with blue and green heat. She jumped back a bit, startled, then rushed forward again to blow the fire out and scoop the ring up quickly.
"OW!" Hot metal, hot metal! She blew on the ring, tossing it from hand to hand, then tossed it onto the table with one hand as she grabbed the bowl and tossed the ashes of the spell over the table, chanting quietly.
The ash whirled unnaturally, forming a miniature cyclone. Then it settled, collecting in the shape of a pentagram, and...a map. A map of the city as seen from above, with the ring settled over what would be the main park.
Ilia huffed and leaned back on her heels. "That mean anything to you?"