When I returned to Karrin's home, she was expecting me in a bathrobe, a towel tied around her hair.
-"Now, how is this going to work?"

I took her wheelchair and drove her to the bedroom, where the rune inscribed bedframe awaited.
-"My engraving tools are with Warden Morgan. Sorry about this."

And dismantled the bed frame, kicking the joints to get the inscribed wood apart.
With incense, I circled the remains three times.
-"I need every bit of symbology to pull this off. I will need you to take the incense and repeat the circle three times. Skyclad."

She canted her head.
-"Skyclad? In English?"

-"A...a...as you were born."

Karrin undid the towel on her and her wet locks fell flush against her face. Some wild water droplet making a trail against her eye. Water. I will maintain it was water.
The bathrobe came next, snagged into the wheels. She cursed and the bathrobe went airborne, taking down a vase.

I cleared my throat.
-"The mojo is sensitive to the emotions. If you are grumpy it hinders. If you are happy, it helps. Try to calm down and … make it six rounds instead of three."

Karrin took the incense and started wheeling herself in the same pattern I just did. Meanwhile, I sorted the wood to form a pentacle.
I need an extra.
-"The bed frame gave me four pieces. Do you have any emotionally significant wood to -"
I made the mistake of looking up to her.

Wheeling implied motion. With the arms. While skyclad.
My throat was unable to complete the sentence.

She gave me a smug look.
-"I can think of one."

My face was set aflame, while I looked around. My eyes roamed the room, only finding useless options. I left the laughing patient in the room and roamed around her house.
There was a locked door and my senses tingled with the weight of its metaphysical presence. I was about to inquire Karrin -

Here, I can smell it.
I performed a minor incantation and the lock give way. When stepping into the room, my feet found the soft mat at the same time my senses absorbed the room.
The notes of wood, the taste of sweat in the air. Vibrant energy made my feet jittery and got the urge to kick.
Yes.
To punch.
Closer.
My feet carried me around the room, doing motions on their own.
There.
My closed fist impacted with a vertical log. My skin warmed from the energy it radiated.
A new martial school was born here, I can sense it. Vessel, this is what you are looking for.