I looked down at a page of oddly twisted shapes. There didn't seem to be any order—no common lines of characters I was used to seeing in language. It wasn't anything I could read. "Looks like a bunch of scribbles."
"This is Aklo. An ancient language, long dead. I haven't seen it used in years."
"You can read it?"
"I wouldn't call my skills fluent, but I can translate some of it. Aklo is a bizarre language, no strict set of rules, so I find myself sorta bumbling around. It's not the easiest to read, and it's even harder to translate."
Hagen came around the desk and leaned over her shoulder.
"Aklo?" he said intrigued. "By the Firsts, I haven't seen an Aklo text in years. That's got to be worth a fortune."
"It's the church's. Came from the library," She explained, reading his mind. "Don
