He cocks his head as he reade over all that, puzzling it out in his head. He has an idea what Jim is getting at, he thinks, but the English word or words for it is beyond his slim vocabulary, so he offers

Lingua machina. Language machine, if either of those words is among the smattering of Cyrodillic that Jim knows.

I don't think magic did this. Not the kind I know. Tamriel-magic- And now it's his turn to frown down at the paper, trying to figure out how to get across a fairly complex concept in the most basic wording. It works -with- machines, he finally writes. It doesn't break them.