Mayhap so... the people who attacked us in the desert also bore marks. Yet I have naught to compare them to...

[He briefly sinks into his thoughts.]

Mayhap I can make a drawing of what I remember. Imbuing my memory of the event into a crystal would have been preferable, were it not for the impermanent nature of our magicks here... but a sketch may serve well enough...

[Breaking out of his rumination, Erichthonios lifts his head.]

What do you remember of the event of moons ago?