6 Barin
“Will this ceremony work if you do it? Doesn’t it have to be done by a royal?”
“It should work. I have the wording.”
“So once you do the ceremony thing tonight, this cream will cover up all the markings?” Barin asks doubtfully, opening up the small jar of ointment that Alois had whipped together. To Barin, it looks more like the sort of lumpy cream that one would put on hives or rashes than a cream to hide Magickal markings.
Alois laughs. “I hear your doubt, and I raise you Magick. It might seem like nothing but that works wonders. I saw it used once on an Earth Fritual long ago.”
Barin shrugs. “Whatever you say, Alois.” Barin places the jar in the corner of the bag and wedges his socks around it so the delicate glass won’t shatter. “So, what should we do?” he asks, looking
