"I can't use your Magic," said Ina.
"I'm pretty sure you can. I'd bet my life on it but that's happening anyway so…"
"Why can't you do it?"
Kier coughed for several seconds. Some blood splattered on the floor. He placed his hand over his chest to cast a healing spell. "By Twen's wisdom, woman. My liver's dissolving. I need your help. The Runes in that paper were taken directly from my mind. I cannot remember them and I need their image in my head for the Magic to take effect. It's not there, so you have to do this. Just replace the first rune in the slip for this one." Kier made another piece of paper appear in his hand with a single marking. "Medes can guide you through the process. I'll busy myself with keeping my insides from liquefying."