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!!TspZLFyUc0M 05/14/11(Sat)11:39 No.14924090You step inside and close the door behind you. "Sadly, there's still not much I can say. And I'm sorry I've been so scarce but I've been a bit preoccupied." Taking note of the bandages the chaplain becomes startled. "Oh my, tell me you haven't been getting yourself into trouble, my son." "No father, nothing of the sort..." and you tell him, the same story of the drunk with the bottle. He seems concerned but drops the subject. "But I must know how your research is progressing," he says, returning to his original inquiry. "As I said I have very little to report. I have a few leads but nothing concrete." You go on about the mysterious roots of the language and how you cannot seem to trace it's origin. You leave out the riddle that you did manage to translate, for you wouldn't even be able to tell him how you came to understand it. Though in reflection you realize it was likely not through natural means. The chaplain sits intently behind the desk with his gaze fixed upon you. When you have finished, you add in, "and what I really need is more time and possibly new research material. Or maybe I need to pursue a new course and seek out a jeweler or smith to identify the quality and character of the metal as I know little of metallurgy myself." The chaplain sits in consideration for a good while, his hands crossed in front of his face. He seems to be displeased about something. "It is truly a pity that you have been able to discover so little, but as you said it has been such a short time. On a positive note, I may be able to provide you with access to what you require. Would you accompany me to meet with the inquisitor?" |