'Interesting rune, thinking about this, wouldn't it make the cost of mana from Heft drop? I'll need to try this later,' Kael thought as he pocketed the rune.
He didn't even have the luxury of properly admiring it. The moment his fingers closed around the stone, he felt that familiar urge to pause, to sit somewhere safe and pry the thing apart with pure curiosity.
That urge was how people died. So he did the only thing he could do. He shoved it into his pocket like it was just another piece of scrap and forced his brain to tag it for later. Later was a dangerous word in the Tower, but it was still better than "never."
He now had four physical runes and a consumable one that was grafted onto his body. Though he has yet to understand how that came to be, he wasn't about to start theorizing now.
