Having already completed one book, Jack was working on the second. A yawn escaped him, having been up all night to try and finish so that he could get home and settle things there. He likely had three angry people to return to and thus he needed to figure himself out real quick to help them.
"Struggling with the Arakkoa?" Zooti questioned, looking at the tired Mage in a curious glance.
"The old Orcish was relatively easy, it was simply a dialog and transcript of the symbols that were different. However, I only knew one Arakkoa from Outlands in our time and I never particularly learned how to write his words, only half-assed speak them." Jack admittedly felt shameful that he hadn't focused on another language to acquire, especially now that they were working with the birds instead of killing them.
"Well, that's not so bad.... We've actually recruited help for you. Someone who's been working with the Arakkoa for a while now. I think you both will get along pretty swell!"
Jack glanced to the Gnome curiously, eyes furrowed in question. "Yeah? Who is it?"
Almost as if right on cue, a figure entered the doorway, propped up against the side panel. Arms folded over his chest while steel-toed boots crossed one another. The red and black leather that fit the male's body was flawless, well known for it's customization. With a left knee bandaged as always and dark blue hair that covered one of the crimson eyes, the blue ears were all Jack needed to see to know...
