"They are." Anton smiled a bit as he inhaled, slow and deep. It had been a long time since he'd needed this sort of tending, but he found himself falling into the habits once more easily. "Most don't bother. Those that do dedicate their lives to do it. No one knows for certain from whence they came; some claim that the first sorcerers created them. Others claim it was the language of the Ancients. Still others believe it was the language of the evil gods who ruled them, but most who believe that are worshippers themselves."

There was really no telling for sure, and most people didn't even bother to think about it. Sigils, for most, were a resource to be taken-for-granted, which had always been there and always would be.

"I will try," he said, equally quietly.

"I'll help!" Ryder chirruped.