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As Barty crouched near the statue, staring at the misshapen sigils that he wrote down into his own notebook, he felt a tug at the corner of his eyes. A heaviness settling in as his mind became weary and the pulse of magic surrounded him within the air. The glyphs pulsed once and then stopped, a strange occurrence, but one he noted down next to the drawings of them. [color=8a9a5b]”No, you cannot braid the statue, though something like that would be useful later on down the road. As to why your head feels heavy, perhaps its is because of the fact that you're finally using your brain to think about something. Assuming he even has one Winthrop, otherwise I doubt he’d go insane as there is nothing to affect there.”[/color] He was glad to have Connie at the very least listen to instruction and follow suit. Already leagues better than the day before where all she had done was write down things with no true interactions with the statue, though perhaps having one person limit themselves from accessing it was the right call. Jake seemed to be experiencing something similar to what he himself was feeling, and yet Connie didn’t seem bothered at the least. Another note he jot down onto a back page of his leather book. He waited for her assessment of the glyphs before them, rubbing the weariness out of his eyes as he tried his best to focus.

Connie seemed to have reached the same conclusion he had the day prior, only she had the added gal to try and show him what proper ones would look like. As if he wasn’t old enough to recall when some of those were made, not that she knew of course yet it irked him all the same. Barty turned his book back to the pages where he had been sketching out the improper glyphs, with exploded versions of them breaking down potential meanings or variants. [color=8a9a5b]”So it appears we came to the same conclusion. Good, that means you still have your wits about you Winthrop. This was what I was [i]trying[/i] to speak to you about yesterday. I believe that something messed with the glyphs at the base of this statue, but I would like to solve the appropriate order and glyphs before we go tampering with it ourselves. I can only assume that is why you and I were placed with this Mystery at hand. Your ability to transmute objects and my natural intelligence for spellcraft could very well help solve this. As for him, a guinea pig is always needed in order to advance ones work I suppose.”[/color] One hand made it's way into Barty's coat pocket, fiddling with a stone he kept in hopes of good luck, not that it seemed to find him at the moment, as Connie would likely see that he hadnt the slightest idea yet on exactly what shape the glyphs should take, other than a notation that it appeared to suggest runes for Earth and Stability.