Joram nodded, and said he'd look them over. Several minutes later, he handed the items back, having identified their properties. (Masterwork short swords, +1 Cloak of Resistance, potions of CLW)<br/><br/>Sanvil greeted him, friendly enough, but frowned, at the mention of a book to translate. "Hmm, I've heard of such things, but I don't have one, myself. You might consider checking out the local library, but I'd be surprised if they did, in a small town like this. That, and it's a very difficult language to translate like that; it's not like any other language," he explained, pulling out a piece of paper, an sketching some of the letters on the page, a strange, flowing script, supplemented by little dots. "See? The placement of the dots, in relation to the lines, indicates entirely different meanings than if they were placed elsewhere. It's a fascinating language, believe me, but very complex."