Byron is strolling around town eating apples and reading a book called: "Learn the Old Language"
As he tries to rember the wording it becomes more and more difficult. Writing down a few words here and there. A page of his notebook falls out, it reads:
My first Old sentance
Der hummer ist klien
The lobster is small
Byron has his nose dug into his book, picking up more and more as he walks around town without a goal to reach
A second Language
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As Rackere walks through Trolls Bane he notices Byron holding a book about learning the old language.
After a while he notices a paper falling out of his notebook. He reads it and corrects a word on it. He steps a bit closer.
Greetings orc, I see you are going to learn the new language. You lost a note. Here you are.
Rackere hands him his note and winks friendly when Byron looks at him a bit confused.
The note reads:
My first Old sentence
Der Hummer ist klein
The lobster is small
After a while he notices a paper falling out of his notebook. He reads it and corrects a word on it. He steps a bit closer.
Greetings orc, I see you are going to learn the new language. You lost a note. Here you are.
Rackere hands him his note and winks friendly when Byron looks at him a bit confused.
The note reads:
My first Old sentence
Der Hummer ist klein
The lobster is small