The door creaked open, generating enough wind for the bell above to ring and announce Cedric's arrival. As he walked into the antique shop, the smell of incense and dust flooded his nose. Cedric felt as though he had stepped into a warehouse.
Countless shelves filled the shop, with sunlight seeping between them. He could tell these items had been forgotten by the world, accumulating dust behind the shelves.
"Is someone here?" Cedric called into the shop, noticing that no one was behind the counter. He stood, confused, looking around until he saw a golden scale on the counter. His eyes squinted as he read the words engraved on it.
[Inai alaun-es senar unir theran.]
Cedric stood before the scale for several minutes, staring at the words. Elaris had its own language, developed by the different species of this world to communicate with one another. It was called Elarisian, the Common Tongue.
