The Ruins

[Kurts]

Oriax sighs loudly and closes the tome, giving the two his full attention. Some men must have their curiousity sated, he supposed. The sooner he got done with it, the sooner he could return to his studies.

"I am from Ashaii."

He favored the woman with a grateful smile.

[Raven Umber]

Noticing that the slight man was ignoring her she smirked and shrugged her shoulders. As she picked up the book again, she nodded with a smile at the stranger.

Ashaii... I was right, he is what he looks like, a sorcerer...

[Karyl Crowl]

"Ah." Ruben says and then after a momentary pause says in crude and slow Ashaiin. "That is interesting, what is one such as yourself doing here?" He asks.

[Kurts]

Oriax was briefly impressed as Ruben started speaking in Ashaii, before grimacing as the young man began butchering his native tongue. When he spoke, he did so in rapidfire Ashaii, taking cruel satisfaction at the thought of forcing the annoyance to catch up.

"I was sent from the magister of Asshai and the Council of the Unseen Sciences to investigate the source of the magical disturbances there and throughout the world. I managed to track the source to Westeros, more specificly the Isle of Faces."

"Did you follow all that?" he asked with a patronizing grin, returning to the common tonuge.

[Karyl Crowl]

Ruben's eyes loose focus as he tries to focus on all of the words coming out of the mans mouth. "I got about the first half before I lost track." He tells the man honestly.

[Kurts]

"Better than I expected." the sorcerer relented. "Where did you learn my tongue?"

[Karyl Crowl]

"My father was the Bravossi Ambassador to the North, he made sure I knew an inkling of every language and fluent in a couple of the big ones." He tells the man straightening up but still leaning on the table slightly.

[Kurts]

"I see." Oriax said, bristling. "So the language of the Shadowlands, bastion of worldly and otherworldly knowledge, was not worthy of further study?"

[Karyl Crowl]

"My goal is to become fluent in every language, Ashaii if you excuse my bluntness was not one of the big ones. I figured I would have better luck learning others before fully learning the language of the shadowlands."

[Kurts]

"And what is it you do now, polygot that you are?" Oriax asked, only half interested.

[Raven Umber]

Listening to them babbling in the foreign language, Raven straightened up in her chair looking as if she was a curious child. Her inner regret for being a bastard nagged at her. She was unworthy of learning such studies. She lowered her head and biting her lip lightly feeling inadaquate against the two men.

[Karyl Crowl]

"Well now I go back to reading every book in this library." He says with a smile, "If you ever wish to help a poor man learning languages you know where I will be." He says turning about and heading back to his own table.

[Kurts]

Oriax watched him go, amused that the question had not been truly answered.

He turned his attention to the young woman.

"Are there any curiousities you'd like to air?" he asked dryly. "It seems I am quite an exhibit in these parts."

[Raven Umber]

She looked up at him,"My curiousities are about you... I have never seen anyone such as you." Raven continued to watch him,"To me you are not an exhibit, you are just different. I have been looking at these people all of my life."

"I do not mind looking at you."

[Kurts]

"I am rarely truly looked at." he mused, missing his mask once more. He supposed he would draw less attention without it, though he doubted it would help much. He would have another fashined upon his return to Asshai. "You were here when the wave hit?"