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Jovi Clark hurried down the passageway to his master's study, arms laden with books, charts and compasses. His longish brown hair hung in front of his square rimmed glasses and deep blue eyes.
"Master Emboss! I need your advice on this translation."
"Well isn't this a surprise Jovi, I thought you were well versed in all the old languages." The old man lowered his book, a merry chuckle in his old eyes. He leaned back in his large comfy chair, a gift from his students.
"there's this one language this not in any of the books." Jovi handed over the book and waited for his master to look at it.
"Ah, yes this language wouldn't be in any book we have. It is a highly secretive language used only by those descended from The people of the Moon. Not many outsiders are granted knowledge of this language."
"But if i could understand this language then i could possibly find dry-land,"
"I know of one person who could translate this for you, the trick would be to find her, You need wolf named Aria."