Elaine was still wondering about the gun wound Descole had, but doubted she could have found a way to get more information. There was Raymond, sure. But he was about as likely to divulge details as Elaine's father was likely to eat squid (something he was allergic to) or her cousin, Madeline, making a good cup of tea. Instead, Elaine opted to just wait for an opportunity to find out happen. A long shot sure, but Elaine doubted she could risk sneaking into Descole's office without consequence, and finding a way into his room would be suicidal.

Admitably, a tiny part of her felt a bit guilty about being so… nosey about Descole's personal life. She hadn't forgotten what Raymond said about Descole having his share of misfortunes. Possibly ones he would prefer to keep down and hidden to himself. But after what he's put her through so far (and her family too considered they were likely still having a panic attack about her being kidnapped. Again), she felt she had some right to try and understand what exactly Descole's motives were. She could recall a phrase that went along the lines of, 'monsters are made, not born'. Surely the same could apply to Descole.

… It was thinking things like that that made Elaine consider the possibilities of her suffering from Stockholm syndrome. But she shuck it off. Of course she wasn't! She never could! She… She… She was Elaine. That should be clear as to why she couldn't be suffering from Stockholm syndrome. Shouldn't it?

It didn't matter much now she supposed. Here, in the small, town of Stransbury. There were barely any people from what Elaine had seen. It seemed worse compared to when Elaine came here during here with her classmates in college.

"I wouldn't 'ave thought this place could get anymore quieter." Elaine noted dryly as she followed after Descole through the woods in the evening time. Raymond was in the town itself to try and find some information. If Elaine hadn't been needed for translation purposes, well, Elaine still felt she wouldn't have been let to go question anyway. It was a no brainer and Descole would hardly risk losing someone who already escaped once before.

"I suppose it has been since that boy died." Descole commented, in a tone just as dry as Elaine's.

"Died?"

"Well from what I know, they never found his body. He went missing at the Akbadain ruins and hasn't been seen since."

"Akbadain? We're close to it then?" Elaine asked, trying to ignore the uncaring tone Descole used in regards in a young man's death.

"Yes. The Wall of Norwell actually gives directions towards them." Elaine stopped walking for a moment, a confused look coming to her face.

"But then, why do I need to translate anything? From the sounds of it a few people would probably know where it was if they had attempted looking for him. Couldn't Raymond 'ave just asked them?"

"I already know where the site is, but it's hardly going to do us harm to look at the wall," Descole muttered. "Besides, I want to make sure there aren't any missed details. So don't go and think you can be lazy."

"Better lazy then a pretentious, glory seeking, fame putain." Elaine muttered discretely, unheard by Descole after she began walking after him again. The wooded area was fairly dense with trees covered in moss that was who knows how old. But the walk did eventually come to its end. The Wall of Norwell was embedded in the side of a cliff and made of dark stone. The familiar Azran glyphs engraved carefully and with precision.

"The Wall of Norwell," Descole murmured, looking at the site in seeming awe. "The only thing that had brought tourists into this town before it slowly faded from the minds of everyone."

Elaine didn't speak. She was too absorbed in the wall to pay attention to anything else. She stepped forward and placed her hand on the ancient wall, brushing her thumb over several glyphs. Hiding secrets and words no one else could see, but open to people like Elaine. The Frenchwoman was briefly startled when a note book and pen was suddenly held over her shoulder. Reluctantly, Elaine took the notebook and pen and back to the wall. A tiny cringe on the verge of breaking out on her lips.

This was going to take a while.

If Elaine could have, she would have started from the bottom up. Unfortunately in this case, Azran glyphs were written and read from top left to bottom right, like most modern day writings (with obvious exceptions). So in order to make sense of the entire thing, and not end up having to rewrite it all again later, Elaine had to really squint her eyes as she looked to the very top to make sense to the glyph shapes.

Elaine mused to herself that if Descole held her up or something, it would possibly be a bit easier to do so. But she doubted he would have allowed that. He'd probably just scoff at Elaine's suggestion and tell her to go back to work.

She wasn't sure what he was doing as she was writing. Probably staying not too far away to make sure she didn't try anything like running away or calling for help. Elaine had briefly wondered if Descole ever brought something to pass the time when taking a break during his escapades. Maybe a book of some kind, or a puzzle.

It was getting darker and darker. She really didn't understand why they had to be here when it was close to dark. There was no light source now except for the moon and stars, and even then it made it difficult to make out the glyph from the rest of the rock. So she ended up have to feel the engravings as if it was braille and write it out in the notebook.

She didn't think doing nothing but write and translate would be so tiring. But she was wrong. Her wrist hadn't felt this sore since her college exams! Plus she was feeling pretty tired as well.

She stood up from the ground she had begun sitting on when she had been about three quarters of the way done. Stumbling a bit with a slight feeling of pins and needles in one legs. Ignoring it, Elaine stretched her arms out.

"About time you're done." Elaine looked behind her to see Descole leaning against a tree, looking incredibly bored.

"I 'ad trouble seeing the very top of it." Elaine replied as she went over to him to hand the notebook over which he lightly snatched away.

"Then you should have mentioned it," Descole muttered as he began flicking through the pages. "I could have lifted you up or something." Elaine clenched her jaw as her cheeks reddened a bit. But Descole took no notice. "Now let's go. Raymond found us a place to rest for the night. We'll leave tomorrow."

"Raymond was 'ere?" Elaine quickly followed after Descole when he already began walking away.

"You were too busy writing to notice." Descole said shortly. "He was here, and seeing how the only inn in town appears to have been closed for some time, we'll be spending the night in a barn." Elaine twitched a smile as Descole said it. She could see clearly that he was far from pleased about that arrangement. Not surprising given his tastes.

"You'll just 'ave to deal with it I suppose." Elaine mused.

"Don't try to get smart with me, Hawthorne."