Zekryn poured over a small stack of paper, each page covered in phonetics from several phrase. He gaze flicked, his face uncovered yet no one about to see its shadowy changes. His tongue rolled over the phrase that he overheard, his eyes locked to the statue that sat on top of the desk he worked on. For those that could hear though he was unsure who could; it would spout dialect in the tongue of the snakes.
He paused for a moment, rubbing his temples before pulling his gaze away from the object. "Why did I become so careless to stop my study of the tongues." He lifted himself from his desk, grabbing the sheathed longsword that lay atop the table. He gazed across from the desk, inspecting the gathering of book that lay on the shelf across from him. It took a few moments before he plucked one from it, turning bout and walking back to the desk to collect his papers and the statue. "Now just to find one that knows this tongue." He smirked softly at the thought of how he'd do it. Though soon that smirk was covered by a mask and skull that was soon adorned, lastly a deep cowl was pulled over it all before the figure left the room and into the hallway where it gave a nod to a passing monk.
((This has to do with a event in the UD, just Zek has one of the items crucial to it.))