The language was unlike any of the languages common to the world; its tone was musical and its letters flowing, yet the entire thing had a logical, almost mathematical beauty behind it; both the written and spoken flowed in a simple, beautiful manner, that was both highly artistic, and perfectly functional and efficient.<br/><br/>By the time he'd picked up enough of the language to feel comfortable translating it, the armor was ready, and the town council had been informed of the pair's destination. They offered a reward of 8000gp, for successfully protecting the town from whatever menace had threatened to destroy their livelihood, in addition to a prize of 4000gp, for reigniting the torch that gave the town its name. After, the cleric, Joram Kyte pulled them aside briefly, to ask a more personal favor.<br/><br/>"There's an old associate of mine, a woman named Dinvaya, and I have reason to believe that she's alive, and living in Scrapwall. The Technic League was hunting her, for some time, but that hunt has long since given up. If you find her, please, let her know that she has a place, here in Torch, if she wants to return. At the very least, let me know if she still lives, even if she doesn't want to return."