Mrs. Margareth nodded, "That dreamy old man did a lot in life, maybe this notebook will help you. I'm too old to read archaic Elvish, so if you can decipher it, tell me a bit about what's written in it."
As Ryan flipped through the pages, it became clear that it wasn't archaic Elvish. In fact, the language used was much more like the common demon language of the second world. In parts, the two were relatively similar, but it made sense that not even the author's wife could understand what was written.
"I... I can read," he said, causing Margareth to take a step back. When Ryan raised his head, he saw that lady crying. Tears streamed down both sides of her face, as she covered her face with both hands, "I never thought this day would come," she said.
"Thank you so much for this gift... I promise I'll pass on Eliot's messages and ideas to you," Ryan said.