[in answer, he reaches for one of the piles, plucking out some sheets with unerring exactness, laying them out before Waver. this copy is the original, in neater copy than the ones Merlin's generated over his hours here. the page is dense, and half indecipherable, confusing and complicated.

it's more than alright to look over his shoulder - in fact, he'd encourage it.]

The spell on the walls. It's not just teleportation, Waver - this would cause a rift in the universe. Able to take you between planes, places, farther than a usual spell - but it would kill you if you didn't succeed. That's the sort of magic we're dealing with here.

[this is, of course, based on his best guesses, but that and hard work felt solid enough to speak as truth.]

I got handed this about two days ago. Another of our Circle contacted me, wanted me to see this and analyze it. While I would do it for anyone, I don't know if I think it's pure curiosity driving her - she's the sort to get what she wants.

[a pause.]

Her name's Ilde. Blonde, dresses in dark colors, has an odd and powerful pendant she's wearing. I think she wants my neck snapped, my heart in a box, or my body in chains, but it's not the clearest.