"That is true, there are a lot of ways of doing magic," Sabara commented. "I had an old elf named Tauricus for a master, and his specialty was clay runes. I could show you some of it, if you like." She rummaged around in a drawer, pulling out a small clay tablet with a circle and an arrow on it. "Take this one, for example. This particular rune is frezad, which means light. You have to say the rune's name as you carve it, and you have to focus energy into the clay. This essentially stores the spell for later use. When you want to cast it, you just break the tablet and..." As Sabara did so, a ball of warm blue light pulsed into existence, staying there for several seconds before disappearing. "So, what do you think?"