"I am not sure how to read these signs." Speaking seriously Valen looked at the woman. "The change I might see, but the others make me wonder." He had only just signed up with the Pathfinders. It might lead him to who knows where. He considered it a significant enough change. Yet how wide-spread would the effect be? He wasn't sure of that, or anything else in this matter.<br/><br/>Looking at her and the second rune, he frowned. It didn't bode well, but he had to just be careful. What more could he do. Sighing faintly he nod his head to her in agreement, silently wondering on it. Hopefully he would come through whatever ordeal lay ahead a stronger person, rather than a broken one.<br/><br/>The last rune made him raise a brow though, blinking a little. "Magic, or illusion and lies?" He raised a brow. As a Conjurer, he had forsaken the schools of Enchantment and Necromancy, so he found that a threat in Necromantic sign was strangely fitting, and the illusions and lies, while Illusion school would have perhaps fit better, the lies seemed to fit with the Enchantment. Was it so that what he sought to not face was actually forcing him into a conflict somehow?<br/><br/>He was not sure of things, the signs would be something that could be interpreted a multitude of ways, only time would tell. Yet he smiled, nodding his head a little at the end. "I do seek the power in magic, but I hope I nenver end up being someone that lives for lies." He looked at the Oread woman seriously, gazing at her, now appreciating her form a bit better again. Though respecting her a bit too much to do more than look, and listen.