Erech Agius

After finishing his last partridge egg and dabbing his mouth with his napkin, Erech gently cleared his throat. My lady? Have you had any luck with your parents' journal? If you need assistance with deciphering anything, I'm fairly adept in that regard, and would be more than pleased to aid you, he offers. Maybe this will let Xuzaxa have a few moments of peace, at least, he thinks to himself.