[Sigmund shunts his armful of books and parchment off onto whatever flat surface is near and convenient. Briefly, he meets Lightning's eyes and tilts his head towards them. 'Brought a little something for your research.' From a pocket somewhere in his many layers of clothes, he produces... actually, it looks like a small, opalescent crystal sphere, with irregular spikes coming from a small area at the top. The inside of it swirls sluggishly, like turbulent, silty water. He holds it up to the light to examine it.]

I'm going to examine your brand, to see if I can sense anything from it. [He pauses, and then continues in a minutely softer, less matter of fact voice.] Lunaglyphs react to lunar power. Mine might react to your brand, if they're similar. If nothing seems untoward... This is a glyph suppressant. It could slow it down.