"What proof have you got?"
Pankratios asked with his fingers interlaced and his body leaning slightly against the stone table as if he were interested.
"The language on the walls… I know what it is."
Kiernan said.
"You know and are capable of understanding that language, which even the world's greatest historians aren't capable of translating?"
Lambert asked.
He thought it was ridiculous, as he, himself, was somewhat of a historian, and while he was more interested in the Age of Fist and Blood, he had studied a little bit about the Stone Ages as well.
The language on those walls didn't seem to come from any era. It was as if it were some gibberish created by the creator of those dungeons.
And now, Kiernan, who was still wet behind his ears, said that he was able to understand that language.
Of course Lambert thought that he was bullshitting!
"How did you come to learn the Dead Language?"
Pankratios asked with a frown.
