"S-so you know what it is?"
Sevra asked the brunette girl, who ignored her as she turned it carefully. The spiritualist examined the modified sigils with growing concern. Whoever had altered this back to its useful and usual state had understood perhaps a tenth of what they were doing
'Crude work that betrays a lack of fundamental comprehension of dimensional anchoring.'
"These modifications are... amateurish. Like most things found still existing on this continent. Defier-level work at best and a low Echelon at that."
The criticism slipped out as her academic assessment bypassed her usual filters. She was already giving up on acting innocent in front of Sevra - whose face paled at the term Defier. Or perhaps it was the casualness with which the 'small girl' spoke with a sense of impossible knowledge.
"They did get it to work. I suppose in a way that might be called impressive."
