It took her until dawn to fully secure her new home from intruders, chiseling in various runes that powered low-level spells and enchantments. She created a charging run surrounded by a battery rune, which she hid under the table in front of her sofa, keying all the wards to the two to constantly power them. It cost her a fair share of Anam crystal, but she felt that she could sleep easy without worry for anything trying to break in to her home and shop.
Vest off with just her chest and bicep bindings to cover her scarred upper body, she squatted low in front of the front door to the shop, painting on a symbol from her journal, one that made things ice cold for a split second. She’d taken several armbands and sewn in her new symbol (a stitched smirk) before sewing in the very same symbol
