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"Actomn! F'reyna! Yhhran!" the woman shouted at the paper. She touched the tip of a quill to the page and watched as the ink slipped off without leaving a mark.

"That's it," she said, "that's the rest of the ones I know. Oggro, I don't suppose you know any other languages, do you?"

Oggro, the hulking, shirtless barbarian looked up from the campfire. "Have you tried talking to it like a normal person yet?"

The woman's face went pale.

"Unlock," she whispered this time. Her quill hesitantly touched the paper again. The ink stayed.

She held her head in her hands as her companions began to laugh.

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