(Drew’s POV)
I sit at the table in the kitchen watching Sienna. She has what looks like a hundred books around her as well as several large sheets of paper, highlighters and post it notes. Every available wall space is covered in more sheets of paper with writing and drawings all over them. Sienna is muttering away to herself and furiously writing things down.
“The best I can see is that that cage is some sort of protection spell, maybe” she muses “but I can’t seem to get a grasp on this lock” she looks at another picture that grace had drawn. It was a close up of the cage with particular detail to the lock. It’s a circle with a key hole in the centre but has several lines coming off it, twelve to be exact, and the lines lead to smaller keyholes in different shapes.
We have spent the l
