"Sure, as it gets translated - fewer people are interested in helping with that part but enough are."

She can't help but make a small happy sound.

"...I wonder what Amentan and Dwellin society will look like in a century. You're used to the thought of technology progressing. We're - not. It's exciting and terrifying."

"So far most people seem to be taking it well! Though there'll probably be some lingering bad feeling if we do wind up doing the planetwide campaign to end slavery."

"Part of me is saying that despite all the exciting new ways to - to make metal think and lightning do your bidding, nothing beats a good solid hundred feet of stone to keep something safe. Even though I know supervolcanoes exist."

"Hmm?" says Kiki, not quite following the tangent.

"I'm just rambling at this point, sorry. I think I could use some sleep."

"Of course. Do you already have a place set up or should I tell ops to get you a bedroll?"

"I'd appreciate a bedroll."

The ops purple gets her a bedroll and an itinerary for access to the base camp features like food and showers.

She had been planning on going hunting but that's convenient.

The next day she explores the little town, the farms, the mine. Identifies a mysterious tool as a horn trimmer for someone.

Heads into the city, and down to the big spire to marvel at the door and see if touching it does anything-

-Then she lets out a startled yelp that echoes through the streets. Pulls out her everything and calls Kiki.

"Kiki I think the spire is writing at me please help-"

Kiki, her assistant, and the magic green are there as fast as their feet can carry them. "Stoneheart! Are you okay?" calls Kiki.

"I - I'm, don't seem to be physically harmed. It startled me and it was writing and it took my magic- I still see it, can't, can't, just shapes. Meaningless shapes."

"- how?" asks the magic green.

"What did it write?" asks the assistant.

"Blood and curses, I can't feel my magic, I don't know! Maybe you should leave in case my stored energy explodes!"

The assistant bolts. The magic green squints at what she was looking at. Kiki pulls out her everything and asks Stoneheart to draw the shapes.

The door is glowing to magic green's sight! It wasn't doing that before.

She shuts her eyes and transcribes draws shapes.

Extreme-marker long(time) gods silence instruction recognize king long(time) Dwellin/person

Death wrong/incorrect unknown years fuel zero

"It looks like - maybe - there's some system that has - acknowledged you as an administrator?" guesses Kiki after peering at this for a while. "I'm guessing..."

"What why??? I'm panicking. That will do nobody any good. Stop panicking, me. -Not working."

"I'm just guessing, I don't know what this means, I don't even have a guess about the second part -"

"Long time - me not you because I'm older?" She swears some more. "Hold on there's more- I- Think it might have taken my magic to fix itself? Magic, repair... Important need many magic - something."

"It hasn't taken mine," says the green anxiously, "or that grey's..."

"Hold on, let me- There's a lot actually, I just need to calm down so I can show you all and I don't have to panic about reading it-"

"...okay." They wait patiently.

She writes it all out slowly. It's... Confusing? The first part seems to be about how something has gone terribly wrong because the original king/administrator is not available. There's a long section that sort of reads like error messages, complaining about the ways everything is broken. It wants someone to investigate the (some new character) room and provides a map in the spire depths. It wants... Authorization to destroy nonessential equipment? It wants to know if she wants to call for help. It wants to know if the two other (magic-person) are workers or (unknown character).

"...I'm going to kick this to the linguistics team," Kiki says when they have it all transcribed.