It took over an hour before Neveah finally got the tome to open. While turning it over, she accidentally cut herself on the thorns of the rose bind.
It made a hissing sound, sapping up the droplet of blood that got out. The blooming rose withered as the blood disappeared and all the vine binds fell away.
Neveah exchanged a look with Garron.
"Blood huh?" He muttered. "I should have tried that."
"But then again, I'm not a wolf-dragon hybrid with magic in my veins." He pointed out. "It might find my blood too plain."
Neveah ignored Garron's antics. Being special was useful, but it wasn't as interesting as it was made out to be.
"It's written in a very strange language. A blend of various old tongues." Garron observed, flipping through the volume.
"Symbols, sigils, markers, ley lines..." He listed audibly. Then he stopped. "There. Runes!"
