Branessu remembered what had happened to the cave, but decided it could wait until morning. She brought a kettle filled with the herbs for River. He seemed better but she was feeling a bit under the weather. As she sat with the others eating the food, her mind kept wandering. Excusing herself with her cup of tea, she headed to her wagon. Once inside, she searched through the items for all her books.<br/><br/>Sitting on one of the rugs, she sipped the tea and started her research- she’d furnish her cave tomorrow. Pencil in hand, she transcribed the symbol everywhere until it was like second nature- she saw it when she closed her eyes, in every nook and cranny of the wagon, it was a part of her, she’d never forget it.<br/><br/>Opening her book of languages she skimmed until she saw “The Ramnish language.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Not much is known of the Ramnish language, or dragon tongue, as it was more commonly called. It originated in a distant academy, Nishe Rodenr, a fearsome dragon rider known for his cold demeanour and lack of empathy towards others. It is not known if Rodenr created the language or simply stumbled on it, but legends say that it is “the tongue of the dragons” and it deepened the bond between him and his dragon as  when certain words were used, his dragon’s skill and ability tripled, and Rodenr himself, increased in power. How he came across the language is unknown, but he taught no one and so with his death came the end of the it’s use among humans.</span><br/><br/>Marking the page, she searched all the other books but found the same thing or there was no mention of it all. She continued her search until she finally passed out among the books.<br/><br/>The sunlight warmed her face,  and as she rolled away from the patch she nearly took her eye out with the pencil.  There was a semi-dry puddle, from where the tea spilled and her right cheek was sticky. Sitting up, she tossed aside her dress before donning a loose purple blouse and light brown breeches. She’d probably be getting dirty. Lacing her shoes, she bunned her hair, grabbed the book and exited the wagon.  She stopped by the river for extra cleaning before making her way to the group. She saw the Lore Master arguing with strange persons, and a frozen pot of coffee. Waiting until it was warmed, she grabbed a cup along with two cinnamon rolls and sat down at an empty table.  Looking between the newcomers, Lore Master and River,“Good Morning?”