The characters glow a brilliant red, like the embers of a dying fire -- and as it does, a sharp breeze skitters down the table, stirring Wei Wuxian's hair. He can't help it: for the first time since he met Moiraine's eye, he breaks into a delighted grin.

"I thought so." Satisfied, he snatches the spent talisman away. "Your source will activate a talisman. Not perfectly, but..." He studies the paper critically, voice dropping to a mumble as he makes a few more notations. "Perhaps a few allowances here and here."

He glances up to her.

"What efforts have they made to subdue it already?"