The Dark. That one of the symbols meant such a thing surprised Siana little. The horrors that these fiends have done over the past months was nothing short of the Dark and everything against Faram's and Ajora's teachings. But though Siana could not say that she did not expect it, the word gave her no comfort; rather, chills ran down her spine, and she took another sip of tea to help calm herself.
"Perhaps not," she mused quietly. "And a translation will be appreciated. Thank you again, Peony. I know how very busy you are." She would ask about how the mage's study of the memstone was going later, but for now, she was content to have a longer break than she normally allotted herself, for she was in the company of her friend and partner on her birthday, and she couldn't say that she was dissatisfied with the outcome.