Inamar squints at the changed mark, then shakes her head. She's never understood those things. Sometimes they seemed hauntingly familiar, mostly though they were meaningless scribbles to her eyes. Maybe the mad wizard would know what they meant. It definitely wasn't worth trying to find HIM again to find out.
She looks at the goblin, then wrenches her eyes away.
"Weylan," she says quietly. "You really think we should kill him?"