Theo nodded, and with wordless acceptance of her oath he began to carefully unwrap the bandage covering his forearm. Bit by bit the flesh was exposed, pale and unmarred by any hideous scars, but quickly it became apparent that something else, something far more sinister, indeed marked his skin. The glyph was a handspan in length, a dark and indelible marking that radiated with energy--a magic alien and undefined by familiar worldly measures. He extended his arm out further, so that she could get a good observation of it.
"This," he said, the timbre of his voice dropping low, "branding, it is part."