Dallon sighed, crouching down next to the next to the object. "Sôwilô," he repeated. "Sun rune. You're right, it's very early. Elder Futhark." He shook his head slightly, as if he was trying to remove water from his ears. Merlin. He could feel it, on the edge of his protective charms. "It--" he hesitated. "It's meant to have a positive meaning. Invigoration, optimism, honour, success; that kind of thing." He bit his lip. "Funny how I'm getting the opposite sort of vibes."
He really, really didn't want to touch the thing, gesturing at it with his wand instead and looking up at William. "Exactly how old is this thing? Has it been dated?"