Ghost Lion Crag The blood is the life... and it shall be mine.

He was disappointed to hear that she had no knowledge of his sister, but she offered to help regardless. He watched quietly as the girl reached for more branches, this time without his assistance. The man was no skeptic when it came to magic — He had seen its potency many a time — but the source of her magic was a mystery. Was she an Aedric worshipper, or one of the Daedra? Or was she granted powers from another source entirely? He made no comment, simply taking the branches as she instructed, walking to the stones and casting them there, waiting for her verdict.