Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - College of Winterhold - Tagged: Altavia
"You and me both, Cherie." His accent added a quiet, songbird-like whistle to the end of the word. "Maybe he'll teach me something useful." Nicholas returned his gaze to the stone, tossing it into the air and catching it on his fingertips. I wonder how he plans to unlock its secrets... The Breton mused to himself, almost entranced by the swirling clouds of otherworldly energy held within. Nick read about Dwarven Lexicons during his time studying in Cyrodiil, but the Sigil Stone didn't make sense. There was no logic pertaining to how it did anything. It just simply did. A shift of furs on the bed drew his attention from the swirling red and black rock. "Anyways, about this dragon thing..." Nick set the stone back in its pewter pedestal and sat up to face Altavia. The younger Breton set a leather bound journal on the corner of the bed for him to see, describing how recently she'd been plagued by visions of dragons and masks (though unfortunately not dragon masks), pointing out rough sketches of runes etched in stone. Nicholas picked up the book curiously, flipping gingerly through its pages. "How long have you had these visions for? When did they start?" He moved his finger along the runes, biting his cheek thoughtfully. "You're not going crazy, that's for sure." He answered, attempting to reassure her. "While I don't get the masks, these runes are the written form of Dovahzul. Now, I'm fluent in eight different languages, but unfortunately dragon tongue is not aming those, so bear with me. I'm guestimating here." Nicholas only recognized about half the runes, and was only capable of translating even less. "'Upon the...' I think that says 'fallen snow,' something something 'Sovngarde...devour...' Okay I have absolutely no idea." He dropped the book in defeat, the journal landing in his lap.