[sadly tonight is not the night to punch somebody, not even canvas...]

I may not be the most experienced witch, but I sure know how to cast one hell of a glamor.

[Iona grins as she starts making her way around the gallery.]

And you're right, it's very sturdy. My arm's bulletproof, it doesn't burn, and it can't be frozen, much less get cut into... Nothing's sharp enough.

[Only Berna has specialized tools and the magic to even shave bits of it.]

And of course, it'll react to strange auras and unnatural atmospheres. So anything magicky, or weird. Like you!

Oh, sorry that sounded mean huh?