“The one on the left means blessed one,” he said, his tone light. “The fingers…” He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling far too casually. “They mean all kinds of things.” “Could you be any vaguer?” “I mean, probably…” “Fisher!” “Okay. All right. A lot of them are connected. Light. Dark. Silver. Steel. Earth. Air. Fire. Water. That kind of thing. Alchemist stuff.” Alchemist stuff?
