It was a strange magic indeed that would allow them to bring in objects. She knows the charter marks for concealing something, to hide it from sight, but she also realizes that he was talking of actually creating it. Creating books.
Turning her attention from the marks to her sword, she places her hand on it. "Yes. In my world, the dead...sometimes do not stay dead. But unlike here, it seems, the dead come back as monsters. Feeding off of the living like leeches, destroying their homes, bringing them into death and trapping them beyond the gates. The sword is...was...my father's. The Abhorsen, which...I suppose I am now. The bells were his, too. The sword is spelled with charter marks, which you probably can't see. And the bells are..." She laughs, sitting back. "Do you have necromancers in your world, Mr. Strange?"
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Date: 2020-06-21 02:12 am (UTC)Turning her attention from the marks to her sword, she places her hand on it. "Yes. In my world, the dead...sometimes do not stay dead. But unlike here, it seems, the dead come back as monsters. Feeding off of the living like leeches, destroying their homes, bringing them into death and trapping them beyond the gates. The sword is...was...my father's. The Abhorsen, which...I suppose I am now. The bells were his, too. The sword is spelled with charter marks, which you probably can't see. And the bells are..." She laughs, sitting back. "Do you have necromancers in your world, Mr. Strange?"