Dorian sits in silence for a moment, brows knitted as he puzzles out the details Raylan tells him about the dream. Powerful men and women from the town, gathering for a party and doing this ritual where they cut themselves, draw spirals and carry on like nothing. But there are small details that seem important to the ritual even if someone unfamiliar with magic may not realize.

"So there were 12 knives, and 12 people, all drawing different spirals on a mirror in blood." He muses, "Does anyone have one of these knives they used? The black ... stone? handle? And you said there was a spiral in the blade?"