"Years," Elias explains, opening the journal once more, tabbing to the final page of it. "It's been... six years, since I'd put this one away. I don't often revisit them unless the need arises."
He then turns his attention to the dagger. He seems resistant to the idea, but eventually pushes himself to lift it, the deep frown on his face evident even beneath his beard. His thumb traces the side of the blade. "Throdogoth ph'nglui vulgtmor," he reads aloud. There's no hesitation in the pronunciation; it all flows easily, with practice. He abandons it as quickly as he'd lifted it. "Glory in sacrifice."
There's a beat. That tension doesn't ease, even with his gaze averted from the dagger once more.
"I suppose it would be too convenient to believe if I told the two of you that I do not know what this language is, nor--- why I know it. But that is what it says."
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He then turns his attention to the dagger. He seems resistant to the idea, but eventually pushes himself to lift it, the deep frown on his face evident even beneath his beard. His thumb traces the side of the blade. "Throdogoth ph'nglui vulgtmor," he reads aloud. There's no hesitation in the pronunciation; it all flows easily, with practice. He abandons it as quickly as he'd lifted it. "Glory in sacrifice."
There's a beat. That tension doesn't ease, even with his gaze averted from the dagger once more.
"I suppose it would be too convenient to believe if I told the two of you that I do not know what this language is, nor--- why I know it. But that is what it says."