Andor stood with his palms braced on the table, frowning at the tale she set out before him as he considered her words.
"But according to these records and what you could recall of the book's wording, the vale needed another ingredient which would have made it permanent, but this Merlath didn't know what it was. How could he not know what he needed if he wrote the spell?"
"That is just it; I do not think he did. The handwriting for that spell differed from most of the book, yet I saw it on a couple of other pages. I would also say it was feminine. Some texts vaguely mention that Merlath had a sister that was 'magically inclined.'"
"You believe the sister wrote this spell? Why would she not then give him all the ingredients?" he asked, seating himself and pulling closer the copy she made of what she remembered of the incantation and the warning at the bottom.