Atrius looked around at the foreign language being tossed back and forth. He was a woodsman he barely could read and write as it was. He wasn't book smart by any stretch of anyone's imagination. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot. Of course the gods would have to be cryptic. He knew that it might be unreasonable to expect a girl who had apparently been in stasis for a long time to understand a completely foreign language, but it didn't stop him from being irritated. This was further compounded by the dismissive way the elder addressed him. He couldn't understand the language, but tone was something he was very good at discerning.<br/><br/>"Hey, listen here--" He was cut off by more of their babble. If he weren't so damnably curious he would have walked out. He had to admit with the awakening of the young lady, things had gotten markedly more interesting. Still, Atrius felt like he was being shoved into a corner. He muttered something about monks and god and something or other being thrice damned. If they did not want him here, fine. Atrius didn't have to care. He knew he was lying to himself the whole thing was becoming only more tantalizing.<br/><br/>He picked up on the name Alina, it hadn't been a repeat word and it felt like a name. Something told him intuitively that it was her name, like he should know it. The other two elders bustled her out to the scroll room. The head elder was giving out orders. Atrius tailed them because of his inquisitive nature. It had gotten him into trouble once today. He was already ankle deep in it so he decided to throw in his lot and see where the dice fell. Then he remembered that the gods were most likely profound cheaters. Still, if he could make himself a bother that would provide him with some entertainment.<br/><br/>In the scroll room he couldn't help but touch the delicate, lightly dust-covered pieces of paper... or was that parchment. He'd never seen the end result of some of his hunting sales. It seemed strange to him to waste it on making parchment. Still, several of the elders seemed to shoot him dirty looks when his fingers poked the rolls of paper.<br/><br/>Eventually he got bored. Atrius turned to the girl and said, "Is your name Alina?" In slow measured tones. "My name is Atrius." He pointed to himself. It was probably disrupting the monks' plans, but he was really beyond caring for more cryptic words. They didn't have many answers for him, maybe Alina would.