Well, that's a pity. She was hoping that he'd know something she didn't. She's about to draw another picture, some visualization to ask what they should do about it, if anything, when he snatches the notebook out of her hands so he can properly read the words she had drawn a line through.
Can he read it? No... no, he can't. He's phonetically sounding it out, though. And oh, he's writing something back! It's the same alphabet, but in a different language. She taps the words, then looks at him curiously. Where did he learn this?
Caspar takes a look, too, then sighs. This only superficially feels like progress. It'd take too long to learn one another's written language. Not for him, but for the death knight, especially as it's not likely his native language, either.
But it's the only shot they have so far. It's his turn to grab the notebook and jot down his own thoughts on the subject. He gestures all around him, then writes the word Nexus. Then he points to himself and writes, Caspar. Then to Adia. Adia. Following so far, Harrowheart?
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Can he read it? No... no, he can't. He's phonetically sounding it out, though. And oh, he's writing something back! It's the same alphabet, but in a different language. She taps the words, then looks at him curiously. Where did he learn this?
Caspar takes a look, too, then sighs. This only superficially feels like progress. It'd take too long to learn one another's written language. Not for him, but for the death knight, especially as it's not likely his native language, either.
But it's the only shot they have so far. It's his turn to grab the notebook and jot down his own thoughts on the subject. He gestures all around him, then writes the word Nexus. Then he points to himself and writes, Caspar. Then to Adia. Adia. Following so far, Harrowheart?