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Several months ago Liliana had received a delivery of a priceless artifact. Sure, for all of her dismissiveness towards the Infinite Consortium, a good third of the artifacts in her store could be considered priceless for one reason or another (while the other two-thirds were absolute junk just waiting to be foisted off into somebody who didn't know any better), but this item was a piece of truly ancient Dominarian history. The Thran Empire had fallen over five thousand years before the calendar Liliana had been born with even started. this was even bigger than the discovery of Kayla's music box, for all that Kayla bin-Kroog was in awe-inspiring historical figure, married to Urza, Lady of Penregon and the last Queen of Argive, the time around their life was fairly well-documented, and inordinate number of records surviving the war, the devastation, and the ice age that followed. The music was impressive because of who it had belonged to, and the delicacy of the magic that worked it.
This item that she had found was a treasure simply by virtue of being what it was. A book, a slim volume with an unassuming cover. Liliana couldn't read Ancient Thran, barely recognized some of the sigils that she'd seen on the Thran artifact near the Caligo where she'd grown up. For all she knew, it could be a cookbook, or a dime novel, or the quarterly financial records of some ancient Thran middle manager. Who cared? Whatever was written in the text would still increase the accumulated knowledge of the Thran Empire by a thousandfold, if not more.
But just because Liliana couldn't read Ancient Thran (not that there was a Modern Thran) didn't mean that no one could. Jonathan Sims, that wonderful darling with the ability to read any language he saw, had been more than happy to take the book from her and act as translator. She'd meant to speak to him about how far he'd gotten weeks ago, but then there was all that planewide madness and its culmination into a plane-devouring monstrosity that Ignis had gotten her wrapped up in...but now they were back and recovered and if there was one thing that could banish the engaged-in-stupid-heroics blues, it was learning something fascinating.
[Primarily for the man with the book, but open!]
This item that she had found was a treasure simply by virtue of being what it was. A book, a slim volume with an unassuming cover. Liliana couldn't read Ancient Thran, barely recognized some of the sigils that she'd seen on the Thran artifact near the Caligo where she'd grown up. For all she knew, it could be a cookbook, or a dime novel, or the quarterly financial records of some ancient Thran middle manager. Who cared? Whatever was written in the text would still increase the accumulated knowledge of the Thran Empire by a thousandfold, if not more.
But just because Liliana couldn't read Ancient Thran (not that there was a Modern Thran) didn't mean that no one could. Jonathan Sims, that wonderful darling with the ability to read any language he saw, had been more than happy to take the book from her and act as translator. She'd meant to speak to him about how far he'd gotten weeks ago, but then there was all that planewide madness and its culmination into a plane-devouring monstrosity that Ignis had gotten her wrapped up in...but now they were back and recovered and if there was one thing that could banish the engaged-in-stupid-heroics blues, it was learning something fascinating.
[Primarily for the man with the book, but open!]
