Illandra sits in a chair with a stack of books next to her on the table. One sits open in front of her, her finger tracing the letters as she reads. Sighing, Illandra sits back in her chair, taking the untranslated document in her hand while looking down at the 'treaty' and its signatures. "I need to translate this...I wonder if Master Ixit would be able to help me... he helped slightly with the dragons language..." Getting up, she looks around. "Now...where is he?"