He grunted when Jo called it a 'chant.' Whatever. He supposed the ritual contained some chanting. And it wasn't nice to immediately start giving the newly-resurrected shit for their choice of words.
Bobby stopped, eyebrows furrowing. The soup on the stove was gonna boil over. Fuck it.
"Kleynach? No. But that's something I can find."
He grabbed another book, leaving the one he was leafing through on a page related to the symbol, referencing what he thought it was.
This book was giant. It was old. And it was covered in words that weren't English. The inside was alphabetical, if you knew your runes.
"Kleynach. Got it." Bobby whistled. "We got good news and we got bad news, kid. Which do you want?"