[h1][b][color=red]Ruomahl/Rowan[/color][/b][/h1]

Strangely, Rowan was sure he had told her he knew how to read and write. He put that hulking box back to where it had came from. Then he took a look at this "laptop." He pressed down the button that was to the button. When he touched things, it felt odd. He felt nothing, not the burst of life-force he was used to feeling, as if he was dead. The thing made an odd sound after he had pressed that button.

A little bit later, the girl was telling to type. The symbols on this...thing were familiar. There was the alphabet and the numbers that the English language used, the something alphabet and something numbers. When he pressed down the q, a q appeared. What was the meaning of this? How was it possible that such a thing was possible without magic, something humans were never very good at. Ruomahl then realized it must have been that cold field of knowledge, that discipline known as science, revealed through epistemology and logic, made such a achievements possible. Well, whatever.

He was not aware of any technique that would help him go any faster, so he just typed slowly with two of his fingers. He typed out the simple sentence "I am here."