The next morning, Drazz comes down to breakfast in the common room with a angry look on his face.
“Fucking elves” he keeps muttering.
“I have gotten about as far as I can go in decoding this journal, which is what I believe this book is. There are dated entries in it going back at least a year. However, as I have no real working knowledge of Elvish and it is an integral part of the code, I cannot find the key to the cipher to determine what the contents are. I need someone with a working knowledge of Elvish and of linguistics to help me decode it. I feel this text has the potential to be very important to the situation we discussed last night; however, I am also leery of letting anyone who is not part of our group actively study it.”
“I am at a loss as to how to proceed.”
With that he started eating bacon.