"Oh," he answers Haizea, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. He can't help glancing back at the wizard, tilting his head in concern. Is that really what it is? Garrot is never going to be convinced, and that's assuming he can get eleven other people to go along with it. He'll have to talk to her about it when he's not right in front of all these people, he supposes.
It's with that thought, that he turns back to the board, and squints. For just a second, he breathes a sigh of relief that apparently they're writing in the languages they knew growing up. That makes things easier for him at least! And then Matilda is up there, saying she'll write for them, and copying things down?? Was that supposed to be Common, Garrot??
"Uh, that sounds good to me," he says, nodding to Matilda. He could certainly use the help, especially if that's what passes for handwriting amongst some of them, and he takes a few beats to pick his way through what she's written. It takes him a bit, his eyes narrowing as he remembers his Common letters again. It's been a bit, but reading is at least mildly easier then writing for him.
Eventually he raises a hand, pointing at the words at the bottom. "What's that mean?" he asks, taking a few steps forward so he can tap at Space? Cut off?
Then he's looking further up the board at the notes about the Protector, and he frowns deeply. "The Protector... she said we couldn't trust him. He's forcing the cycle to continue for as long as he can." He pauses a beat, then glances around at the three of them. "I'm going to ask the princess if he'll let me talk to him."
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It's with that thought, that he turns back to the board, and squints. For just a second, he breathes a sigh of relief that apparently they're writing in the languages they knew growing up. That makes things easier for him at least! And then Matilda is up there, saying she'll write for them, and copying things down?? Was that supposed to be Common, Garrot??
"Uh, that sounds good to me," he says, nodding to Matilda. He could certainly use the help, especially if that's what passes for handwriting amongst some of them, and he takes a few beats to pick his way through what she's written. It takes him a bit, his eyes narrowing as he remembers his Common letters again. It's been a bit, but reading is at least mildly easier then writing for him.
Eventually he raises a hand, pointing at the words at the bottom. "What's that mean?" he asks, taking a few steps forward so he can tap at Space? Cut off?
Then he's looking further up the board at the notes about the Protector, and he frowns deeply. "The Protector... she said we couldn't trust him. He's forcing the cycle to continue for as long as he can." He pauses a beat, then glances around at the three of them. "I'm going to ask the princess if he'll let me talk to him."