"Well, I actually don't know. I'm not a fount of all knowledge, sadly. I'd say that you'd need to look up a shaman, or demonologist to find more." Cloxe gurgles a bit as he coughs, and pats the encoded message. "Unless this happens to explain it all."<br/><br/>He sips some alcohol, and gestures to it. "And I'll get back to work on it soon, don't worry." A moment passes, and he adds, "Sober, don't worry."