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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mithral·Dragon" data-source="post: 5055510" data-attributes="member: 57696">The Dean shrugged, though he wasn't dismissing the question.  Rather, he likely had very little knowledge of such things and his answer showed: "He's the son of a Tharch, I wouldn't imagine he'd be allowed to have friends, let alone desirous of any."  He looked from the room to the door beside it.  "Alas, due to concerns from the faculty and student body alike, he was assigned to this office as his dorm, which is far removed from the other students."  He did however, open the door beside the room, which lead into a quiet storage closet filled with the dust corroded works of bygone scholars and bards.  Pausing for a moment to consider what else had been said, the Dean closed the door to the storage nook.  "I suppose you could speak with his professors?"  Dean Lawrence offered though he appeared doubtful.  "I know he enjoyed his studies with Loremaestro Sellehen."  He concluded thoughtfully.  |||||||||||||||||||||Enochian; it was thought by some to be a bastardized script related to infernal and celestial.  Others argued that the language was actually a progenitor tongue predating all others.  Only those versed well enough in lore on the Lords of Madness knew it for what it truly was, a pseudonatural amalgam of words from every language written in a script devised by some aberrant entity from the Far Realm.  In other words; the script was little more than babble to those who valued their sanity.  Only the insane would try to understand Enochian texts, and in doing so; further their own insanity.  This is what Airard concluded.</blockquote>

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