Blue Hawk
Hawk peers over Jibril’s shoulder and reads the plate. The third word he can read clearly; the concept of a “Ward” is well-known to shamans. The second word gives him more trouble, until he sounds it out and realizes that it’s what the guards were shouting back in West Tredroy. Okay, a Demon Ward. Is this wall a Ward against Demons, or a Ward powered by Demons? he thinks to himself.
Maybe that first word, which he can’t translate, will give some enlightenment. “Excuse me, but what is that word?” The shaman points at the word that he was unable to translate.
