Charles knew he was a bit of an odd badger, but he was of the opinion, that history was never finished, and if the strands of fate could be helped along, then why not. Especially if it was for a good cause. He really liked the idea of being the hero of some small tribal community without having to spill so much as a drop of blood, he hoped.

There was a bit of a, "Hmm, " after that thought and he went to start sifting through the pile of books. "Yes, essentially, though I must say some of the rituals feel a bit silly? After all how many gentlemen do you know of today's standards dancing in a circle wearing a loin cloth and shaking a rain stick embued with rocks from the aboriginal magic plains of Altjira?" He gave a laugh at the thought and then sighed, "That might also be a problem, we may require other items of value, so I dare say this may take more time then simply a day."

There was momentary silence as he began digging. Finally an "Ah ha!" arose. He motioned Fisk over, "Would you say the congo symbol painted on here looks more like picture A or picture B?" Picture A appeared like a serpent. Picture B appeared like legless dragon.