"Sort of?" Wayne guessed. "Well, I mostly just had a couple of questions. I've been out of the world for a while and I don't know anything about magic and tattoos, but I have something I'd really like to see gone. I don't know if that's something that's doable, or what."
Shrugging off his denim jacket, he held out his left forearm and displayed for Stacey what appeared to be a long black rectangle, about six inches by one inch.
"And if not, if you could make it into something that doesn't look...well..." He shrugged, trailing off weakly.