It was true, Ariel knew the sigils, knew the work and the relevant details like the back of his proverbial hand. He looked down again at the modified sigil, feeling it calling to him, at the depths of his being. "Holy Virgin Mother," Ariel whispered softly. Somehow, it had all seemed a grand lark until now. It didn't mean he was going to stop, or be afraid; it was all just more real now.