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He didn't reveal his excitement but in his heart he was as close to losing control as he had ever come, desperate to remain calm as the dwarf showed true character and asked for little in return. Marcus already knew what payment he wanted. [color=0072bc]"You can have the book, I can't read it. Nor do I want it translated. Humans cannot handle such power, of this I am all too aware, and the elves would destroy it. No. You will learn every page, every line, until you can recite every word from memory. This can be your greatest achievement not mine.." [/color] The hunter had no need for recognition beyond those who knew fear in his presence. The dwarf agreed to help, and knew how to make the precious stone, but obviously he was incapable of replicating the runes and wards carved upon its surface. That was Marcus' specialty, steady hands helped with meticulous detail work. 
With a nod, he took a seat and opened his journal to a blank page, the first rune in the dwarven text was an unknown to him but he had written it hundreds of times making sure he had gotten it right before converting it to the new text. Pencil in hand he began, one glance was all he needed to memorize every subtle twist and curve, his hand floated across the page with ease as it made the rune in moments. Satisfied, he slid the paper to the Smith. [color=0072bc]"If you want, I can likely cut that into something. But what rune is it?"[/color]