Moira looked at the door as it opened grateful that that they would be able to leave at the end of the class. She reached inside her pocket and rubbed the stone that she carried there always. She had that stone with her since the day that she had found it. It brought her comfort to know that is was there when she felt a need for it.

At the end of this class she was prepaired to hand it over to the teacher in the hopes that he would be able to translate the inscription, or at least point her in the right direction.

Moira galnced at the Professor and waited for his reaction, to all that had past in his classroom only moments before.