He had thanked Joram for the identification, and slipped him a pouch of a hundred gold as a church donation.<br/><br/>He considered the language, before nodding. "It almost sounds like an artificial language, made to reduce miscommunications."<br/><br/>Either way, he had no way to get the language, so he headed back to the inn, first turning in the swords to a blacksmith, getting a handful of silverdisks. The cloak about his shoulders, and the two now identified potions in his pack, he was ready for trouble. Sadly, he was needed back at the inn, to wait for the paladin.