[Sorry, Claire. It's the archangel ego speaking down to a human rather than anything to do with her gender. If his hosts hadn't all been men, maybe he'd spare a thought to how his attitude comes off to those he hasn't mentioned his true nature to. It'll out itself eventually. It's not exactly a secret that he's an archangel, but given the number of Catholics he's bumped into around here, he has been sensitized to the notion that announcing himself as Michael the archangel can be a bit of shock to the system.

He flips the book around so she can take a look at it herself: words on one page, and a wicked-looking collection of jagged lines haloing what looks like an eye on the other. It's a sigil meant to invoke good fortune, if the text is to be believed.]

Given the average child in Solvunn has helped sacrifice at least one animal by the age of five, probably not. Nonetheless, we may as well take these with us and ask. Josselyn certainly has no need of them at the moment.