Moira sat down at a desk about midways between the Professor and the door. She took out her parchment and quill and prepared for the class to begin. The Professor was speaking to a student and she did not want to interrupt so she would just wait before she approached him. She wanted so much to get her stone translated.

She knew that it would be a bad idea to pin her hopes on this Professor being able to even read the Runes in the first place the teacher at the Salem’s Institute couldn’t. She gazed down at the stone that she held gingerly in her hand and examined the markings carefully. All that she was able to tell was that it was covered in some sort of symbols, but they were so strange almost more like writing than the runes that had been covered so far in class.

She rubbed her hand over the stone and for just a moment thought that it had glowed with an eerie green light.