Magnus walked cautiously down the stone pathway that lay before him. He was heading to the nearby city of Vel-Anir to find a linguist that could read some rather cryptic runes. The very same runes he found in The Citadel. Magnus didn’t know anyone hardly that was still alive so he went into the town, dressed in his usual tunic and cloak and set about the vast metropolis. Heading to a well-known tavern, the wizard had a feeling of restlessness wash over him as the smell of mead and pig roast filled his nose. Going up to the barkeep a young lady flashed a smile to this old man and offered him a drink. “Hello dear, would you like a drink perhaps?” Magnus returned the smile and shook his head “I am afraid not my lady, I am actually looking for someone. Someone who knows Ancient Tongue.” The barkeep smiled at his politeness and redirected his question “I am no lady but I thank you for your politeness. A translator? That’s what you are looking for?” Altari smiled as he nodded his head with an ounce of eagerness “Oh yes! A translator. I am willing to pay if there is one available. Would you know where I could find one?” The smile on the lady’s face turned to a frown as she shook her head “No, I am afraid not. You would be better off trying to find someone in the Anir Square.” Laying a few coins on the counter he would wave to the lady “Thank you for your time m’lady. This is for your trouble.” The Anir Square was a location in which most people tried to make a living. Smiths, Leatherworkers, Alchemists and the like try to apply their trade to various customers. The question was; would there be someone who could translate a tongue he was not familiar with?