10:00 PM - Rafe and Kent & Thorne
Thorne narrowed his eyes at the elder Brighstar. Baby his ass. But he was much more interested than what was on the paper than the man in gold.
"That," he poked at it again, "is the runic structure of a ward. But it's all broken along this branch here."
Setting down his drink, Thorne pulled the piece of paper closer. And then pushed it away again until everything came into proper focus. Fuck, he hated wearing contacts. Glasses were so much easier. "See, it's fine along here, but then it breaks off where it shouldn't and the errors just cascade from there."