Sam restarted re-spelling the sword that he was now 'borrowing' off the Captain, while Mogget, well, Mogget lay on Sam's chair while he was spelling the sword, suggesting marks that Sam thought were silly but included them anyway. After he was done with sword that was now spelled for binding, breaking, producing fire (Mogget's suggestion), eating through dead flesh, and was protected against free magic amongst other things, Sam started formulating a plan to be allowed on this mission without his family knowing. Little under two years ago he escaped by using a Sam-sending in his room, it was soon found out so he couldn't use that again. Sam thought for a while in his room when he realised, he was twenty-three he could go anyway, parental permission or not. After a quick trip down to the kitchens to pick up some sandwiches and putting them in a magical bag that had four times as much space than any ordinary bag its size. He zipped to his room to pick up Mogget and the sword. He decided to take some arrows and the pan pipes that Lirael had gave him. "Off we go Mogget!" Sam cheered as they walked out of the castle gate, "where to now?" there was a muffled chuckle from the recesses of the bag and the cat poked his head out of bag, "where else? But north?"

"North? Why north?" Sam inquired.

"North, my young prince is a chaotic place that even I know little about. It is ruled by free magic and lords of the elements that reside in it"

"But what makes you think that it is north?"

"I would say that your mind is a sieve! But that would be an insult to respectable sieves everywhere, you heard Kerrigor! He may be trickster, but he didn't need to lie! A free magic beings being herded for who knows what purpose! This is the work of ancient, deadly magic, before the Charter that you foolishly think is endless; the Charter is a mere extension of the free magics' power! This is something beyond comprehension that only the great Charters can solve!" Mogget took a breath, "as I am one of them"

"You're a Charter?"

"Yes, although I didn't agree to the binding of free magic, I am a Charter"

Sam walked into town under a glamour spell; he didn't need anybody recognising him now, and bought a fast horse to take him north. "north, north as far as you can go, you'll know when you get there" Mogget had said, who was asleep in the rucksack. So Sam did, heading towards the Clayr Glacier as fast as he could. Since the re-binding of Orranis, necromancers had gone into disincline, they're hopes destroyed, so Sam had few worries about his trip.