[Carlisle may come from a world without things like Dijon mustard, but he knows enough about it to recognize it's a condiment, not a drink. His nose wrinkles as he is indeed reassured that he does not want to know any more about what magical skeletons eat.]

Right, [just going to move right along and pretend that that's not happening a few inches from him,] glyphs. I've brought brought a few of varying strengths, but seeing how you at least know a thing or two about magic, I assume you will know what it feels like when you use it. Energies tugging and such.

[He reaches into his satchel and retrieves a few pieces of paper with some odd circles and crude symbols. His handwriting leaves something to be desired.]

Do you have healing magic where you're from? Or any kind of mending, really?