Maltoran studied the runes with care. He was going throught his knowledge of languages the Brotherhood studied and though while he knew many and could speak many. These runes puzzled him. "These runes I am unable to read. However we could ask the Brotherhood for help. We learn to read and speak many languages to aid us in our profession. Though these runes are before me and my generation. I am sorry I was not more helpful for this." 

Carth let his head go, felling the pain subside. Picks up his sword and places it on his lap. "It's because I don't know what will happen now. I tried to hold a positive light on things. Be a bit goofy to lighten the mood....but now...if feels hard to. I dont....I don't know what or when this change will happen again. Who I might hurt in the process. I guess I'm.....I'm afraid....what the next day may give. Even the next few hours..." explaining all he could with that he felt or even understand himself. 

Carth could hardly feel any spunk he brought to the day without now seeing the chaos he added to the fight the other day. What could happen if he changed again a wreaked havoc just to try and protect his newfound friends...what his friends even thought of him now and might never say to him. Carth felt so much doubt and fear that he could feel this skin crawl, his body reacting as he curled up into himself. His arms trying to cover his head and make his whole body small. 

Though all the while he was going through the change again. His skin starting to darken as it hardened and scaled pierced his skin. His arms trying to become wings.