Runes

"Helps to keep me alive. Take care who you insult when..." Jorrik trailed off as a multitude of runes flickered around the blue-haired girl's head. He hadn't seen this many gathered together in months. What could they mean? Curse the gods, he needed to find a magic-user who could decipher these damned lights. "When... when you're outnumbered. I am Jorrik, son of Jorrik, son of Jorrik." He felt the eyes of his whole squad on him.