He brushed a gloved finger over the ink, letting it catch to his glove. It felt warm even through thick fabric, seemed to move a little over his finger; a slight crackle of electricity over his hand took care of that, however.

A bit of ink dust drifted to the floor. "If enough is gathered it could- well. The Story Eater could corrupt natives in a story. I don't know if it can do that here or not."