[Rainbowfox Ari]

The youth was more than a little startled by the sudden appearance of one of the more prominent homicidal maniacs in his vast repertoire of random useless knowledge. However, he did not run screaming from the room - nor did he make any sound at all, as he lightly closed the book, and fell to perusal of his hand, and and new mark thereof. So this was what his grandfather was up to, huh? Seemed to be fitting at least. The old man had forever been enamored of the idea of some sort of holy war with the church. Something about grails and champions. When he was a child, he heard the ravings enough to be sick of them. Apparently, the old man hadn't been completely insane after all.

Donovan fell to studying what he had unwittingly summoned, trying to bring up some sort of memory of his grandfather telling him what to do about this situation. However, stories about a holy war set aside, he'd never mentioned anything about a murderess. The mark on his hand and arm burned and itched for a moment, but then settled, and he put his hand down - setting the cards back on the table. The deck had burned up - he saw it with his own eyes. But here they were, unharmed... Though it should have, that didn't exactly surprise him. He knew nothing of this 'holy war' his grandfather had raved about - but maybe this lady was part of it. And this mark.

"I think the better question might be, lady, do you know what this means?" he pulled the book from the table, turned to the page with the summoning circle, and showed it to her. "Because I certainly don't, and you're here now - which means it means something. If grandfather wasn't stark raving mad when he was talking about wars and grails - I think I need to know what's going on. From what he was talking about, it was pretty serious, and there was a lot of death involved. I'd just as soon not die. SO. If you could tell me what the ever-loving HELL this means?"