[There is a fundamental constant in the multiverse that, where there is something from history to investigate, there is G'raha Tia. Bereft of the usual senses and appendages of a miqo'te, he can't exactly scale the more sturdy-looking ruins to get a vantage point like he'd prefer to - and the local security seems quite keen to keep other people from doing the same - but he can make due with what he's allowed. He has a notebook splayed over the more clear etchings in the stone walls, taking rubbings of them and squinting at what's left behind.]
So they are letters of a fashion...spelled in the common tongue? What do you think, Adamas?
[He asks this to the little Carbink floating at his side, glancing off at a nearby shaded area with its funny little ears twitching. It makes a tinkling noise after a moment and looks back to G'raha.]
Someone there?
[Is it an Unown? Is it a you?]
Network
[The inn room G'raha has taken residence in tonight has already become a flurry of notes, of books taken from the owners' offered selection to peruse in an attempt to answer his questions. They're not...as informative as he wants, but they make a good basis.
Ergo, he must address the "network".]
Might I inquire as to where one would find tomes more...in-depth, about this realm's history and mythology? A particular library would be ideal, if there is one. Sadly, I cannot decide on a more narrow topic as of yet - there is still so much I don't know. But in general, I'd like to know more about this world I've found myself in. Understand its people a bit more. After all, the task of understanding its creatures seems to be pivotal to daily life, and I have full confidence I could do so over time, in person.
[He pauses, shifting slightly. Observers would get the sense that, were he not in a human's body, parts of him would be emoting more, emphasizing a vague discomfort mingled with excitement, impatience.]
Though I am loathe to linger in a strange land, I cannot deny how much I wish to know more of it, so that it might not be so strange.
G'raha Tia | Final Fantasy XIV | Endwalker Spoiler potential in here! lmk if you don't want spoilers
[There is a fundamental constant in the multiverse that, where there is something from history to investigate, there is G'raha Tia. Bereft of the usual senses and appendages of a miqo'te, he can't exactly scale the more sturdy-looking ruins to get a vantage point like he'd prefer to - and the local security seems quite keen to keep other people from doing the same - but he can make due with what he's allowed. He has a notebook splayed over the more clear etchings in the stone walls, taking rubbings of them and squinting at what's left behind.]
So they are letters of a fashion...spelled in the common tongue? What do you think, Adamas?
[He asks this to the little Carbink floating at his side, glancing off at a nearby shaded area with its funny little ears twitching. It makes a tinkling noise after a moment and looks back to G'raha.]
Someone there?
[Is it an Unown? Is it a you?]
Network
[The inn room G'raha has taken residence in tonight has already become a flurry of notes, of books taken from the owners' offered selection to peruse in an attempt to answer his questions. They're not...as informative as he wants, but they make a good basis.
Ergo, he must address the "network".]
Might I inquire as to where one would find tomes more...in-depth, about this realm's history and mythology? A particular library would be ideal, if there is one. Sadly, I cannot decide on a more narrow topic as of yet - there is still so much I don't know. But in general, I'd like to know more about this world I've found myself in. Understand its people a bit more. After all, the task of understanding its creatures seems to be pivotal to daily life, and I have full confidence I could do so over time, in person.
[He pauses, shifting slightly. Observers would get the sense that, were he not in a human's body, parts of him would be emoting more, emphasizing a vague discomfort mingled with excitement, impatience.]
Though I am loathe to linger in a strange land, I cannot deny how much I wish to know more of it, so that it might not be so strange.