Calia traces the runes with one finger, silently mouthing something. Her brow is furrowed. After a few seconds, she stops to retrieve a small book from her bag. She flips through the pages, searching. Though she soon finds what she's looking for, it does nothing to ease the look of confusion on her face. "I - I think this is Okremath," she says, surprised. "But - no one speaks that. No one. Threescore diviners back in Onyx couldn't figure out a couple hundred characters of this stuff. And this looks like a lot more than what they had. But this... they... the stoneworker who did this, he'd have to be fluent in the language to stick this much of it on the door..."