Cyrus was busy looking down at the trackers that were sent out to find him. He chuckled at their inability and was lost in the moment he didn't even see the words fade into view until he glanced at the book. Once more, words that escaped any meaning were written. "Just who are you..."

" *Tablet? This is a book. Not a stone slab etched with words. And magic is as real as you or me. I mean I am a lead magus in King Lebonholts royal army. Now do explain. What is a 'robot' or 'computer' I've never come across either of those words in my brief years of study. *" The mage tapped the quill as he thought about what to say or at least how to respond to this person's, no, entities words. 

" *Where in Einhal do you live. I know the far north holds true to the wildlings. The southern deserts are host to Emperors. And my land is host to two kings. My leige, and the betrayer. *" Cyrus felt weird having to explain basic knowledge through this book. It was almost as if the other side had no knowledge of this world. " * what is a president or dictator for that matter. Also What the king says goes. There is no change in his policies unless he wills it. That is the way it has always been. And that is the way it shall always be. *" 

As he read the last bit he was truly caught off guard. "* It is a secret message passed through those who are among the Magus sect. I figured you are using this device just as I am. Thus you must hold some latent magical abilities... Formally? I only write as I speak. The proper way. It is the same as me asking why do you write using words unheard of in these lands. Is this a test? *"

He believed he was finally done answering the others questions though now he had a few of his own that he would put on the back burner for the time being. Slipping the book into his cloak he jumped back down on the ground to start moving west to meet with his group of soldiers that would bring him to the king.