AntonAnton sits weaving his baskets like every other day. He has done it all his life and thus has learned how to weave without actually looking at it, leaving him time to read. A lot. He has read almost every book in the small town and thus has grabbed a random book from a passing caravan. He opens it, and much to his dismay finds it is written in a language and strange symbols he cannot understand. Not even with his expanded education covering Orc!
He sadly walks over to place the book on his bookshelf and slips on some spare materials. Crashing to the floor, there is a loud crack as his head contacts the hard floor of his hut. He has a dream, and there was a god or something, but since it was a dream, he can't really remember. He wakes to find the book spread open on the floor beside him. He stares, squints, and thinks, "Maybe I
can read this after all..."
Decipher ScriptRolling 1d20+200:
(4)+200: Total = 204