On hearing the new Professor's question, Salander slouched further down his seat next to Lexi, pressed his lips together and tapped the end of his quill against the desk. tap tap tap. It wasnt that he had difficulty understanding the Professor-- he was an American in England, he didnt have a leg to stand on when it comes to complaining about accents-- but stock knowledge wasnt exactly his forte, and the most he remembered from Truebridge's class was mumbling something repeatedly as he carved an arrow shape on his table. Which is probably what he's doing with his quill right now with all that tapping.

"Uhmmm.... its about really, really, really old writing usually found in stone slabs that came from somewhere in Europe...." he uttered as he looked up to the Professor "..... really further up in Europe.... like Norway?"