"Look, if we're going to wait for the elf we'll be here all day," Kairon says. "Allow me."<br/><br/>Staring intently at the wall, never taking his eyes off it for even a moment, he begins to pour the fine, silver-sand residuum through his fingers, catching it in bottles and boxes, adding small drops of strange liquids. Both of his hands, and even his tail, working in a complicated ballet as never once does his view flicker, or even blink, from the words on the wall.<br/><br/>Finally he is left in his hand with a soft blue-grey powder, which he immediately snorts up through his nose. He holds it for a moment, and then exhales out a cloud of light green mist that fills the cavern for a moment, leaving everyone's mouth tasting slightly of mint.<br/><br/>"Elvish, definitely Elvish..." Kairon mutters, smacking his lips. "But it doesn't taste like any Elvish I've ever spoken.<em>Very</em>obscure dialect."<br/><br/>Arcana check: [7,14] = (21). Not high enough to write the language, but enough to read it. I've lost 10 residuum as well - will subtract it from my sheet soon.