“This certainly seems like a lovely place to have my true name stolen,” Cylvan went on, digging the toe of his boot into the grass. Saffron sighed, flipping the page again in a final attempt to memorize every detail of Baba’s old handwriting. Bridging a true name (rowan witch). A spell that, according to the description, would allow Saffron to take the benefits of Cylvan’s true name, and at the same time, be the only other person who could use it against him. Like a living patron ring, according to Baba’s spell.
