“Not a rune,” she muttered. “Too intricate.” But there had to be some sort of magic to it, right? Why else would it be bound to her? Would it do something if she touched it? “Here goes nothing.” Polar prodded the parchment. Nothing happened. She laid a hoof on it and waited. Nothing, not even a funny feeling in her foot. She carefully worked a hoof under it and flipped it over. A message was written there: