Mid Ayola Tejah kej
rhou paca
orish nuar mid doblani
ra masim, quano, et Alana'Kreeach.
Mid mahli ty mid
kreeach ai victe theris tejah.
Mye bocai arati
mye ivi via uki.
Vergree fetti slyki
victe theris mahli. Arati thewam. Et arati myese.
You trace the words with your fingers a few times before backing away from the wall, afraid that something might happen if you are nearer to the words than you are. Thinking them through, you jump visibly at a high, trilling sound. Heart racing, you whirl around and come face to face with a bird. Or what seems to be a bird.

<Ze ve Triankas. Unda vi zef?>
You stand there a moment, gaping. Your mind whirls into action as you digest what the bird-creature just said. Hoping that it has told you it's name, you open your mouth to speak.
"Triankas?
Is that your name?" you ask tenatively, shaking a bit. The little bird-thing
hops up and down, nodding furiously. Then, not waiting for a reply, it
bounds away into the darkness, down a corridor you had not noticed before.
Looking around, you can see that there are several corridors leading away
from the room, all lit by small torches. Bewildered, you just stand there,
wondering which way to go.
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Trying
each door, you find them purposefully sealed; the grey mortar dry around
each. Upon closer inspection of the fourth door, you find that the mortar
around the edge has cracked a bit. Pushing as hard as you can, you can
feel it give the slightest little bit, but not enough to open; let alone
let anything through.
Sighing,
you turn again to the north side of the room and are surprised to see a
fifth door in the wall, next to the strange inscription you looked at earlier.
