"I don't think so. I think it's actually a cipher set up to look like encrypted text. It's cleaver, for an introductory class. But I happen to know some Cantonese and recognize a few romanizations. Since we're just starting the semester, I'm not sure if he actually expects us to solve it or if he's trying to teach us a lesson through failure. From what I understand cadets who pursue cryptography are expected to learn at least a second and third language." This whole thing might have just been a complex lesson on the nature of cryptography, which was about encoding messages long before it was about encoding data." Of course, Salt might be wrong about the whole thing, time would tell in his mind. But lunch, like time, waits for no man. "Well come on Ms. High Tower. The line will be getting long. He lengthened his stride a bit and was then pulling a ahead--though not leaving her behind--and making up a little lost time for their conversation.<br/>"Going to that stick fight there having in the court yard later?" He asked casually as they left the line to search for a table.