We all thought hard on it. Nick asked, "well how did it used to work?"
"Owl, a snowy owl actually, my Master's died at least a hundred years ago, it was never replaced, he used a spell to make it blue." I said tapping the desk with my index finger.
Frustrated Mercer said, "well is there like a summoning spell for you? chalk drawing or something?"
"I'm not a f*****g demon," I shouted back at him. "Before you ask, no I can't make a magical something to talk to me either!" I made sure to add that just in case. I wish now that I had trained a crow or something, a 'familiar' to bring me messages and such, but it was too late now.
"Well," Thorn said, "I just left black root and vanilla on a note my scout sent and she smelled that pretty well." he looked at me.
"Yeah but I was already awake
