'I don't know what they say. Do you?'
'No,' Ozeroth admitted. 'But you should be able to generally guess their meaning. Check for a pattern.'
Atticus had been staring at the symbols etched on the circular stone's body. Despite the fact that he had memorized practically every language in Eldoralth, he couldn't recognize these symbols.
'Where is he sending me to?' This was the thought that came to Atticus's mind. He couldn't understand it. A language that was different from the known races' languages? It was very suspicious and, at the same time, dangerous.
'What do you think?'
Ozeroth fell silent for a moment.
'Bond. It's impossible to truly and completely know a person's intent. In this case, you should look at the facts.'
Atticus nodded, his mind swirling.
