“I’m not going to kill them that way,” Kire promised. “I’m not saying ‘yes’ unreservedly, to be clear, and tracking spells and scrying would have been ideal, but we need to get creative with our way in. I would have volunteered to try something similar, but you would have a better chance of Shadow-Walking yourself out. I couldn’t risk losing the Ring.” She crossed her arms, fingers tapping against her arm in thought. “It was a big feat to track him to another world. I can sense magic, and with more exposure to that magic I can recognize its ‘signature’ when I’m within its range. Crossing to another world, though, it took more than one person to cast a tracking spell, with the help of a Seer, and even then it was spotty, given the gap of time and distance. I imagine it would have been more accurate if the spell was cast here, in the same world. It at least led me to the last big ‘surge’ of magic he had used: when the Kartaians used whatever enchantment he had placed on them to resist the sunlight. He might have been there during the slaughter, using his magic, though he must have worn some sort of disguise or glamour then.”

Thinking over his question some more, Kire nodded. “To an extent, yes. I know your signature. The Shadow-Walking, and this illusion you made for me. As I know Envy’s, which I sensed when I stepped into the wards in Ziad and here. But to track it the way we would for a mission like this, absent of a tracking spell I need to be exposed to your magic right before we begin, on a larger extent. Maybe successive Shadow-Walking would do the trick. I can’t be too far from you, either.”