Ugh. Of course the first potential source of actual help is written in chicken-scratch. Just her luck.

And now he was babbling about things she didn't understand. Travsering Darkness? Is that what he called his teleportation spell? She tuned in and out, as it wasn't helpful, but that last bit did grab her attention.

"I used to be on the isle. The thorns didn't seem to do much of anything, long as you kept your distance. You think they could be a bigger deal than they already are?"