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As the mirror comes alive with the image of a girl in a far away land, Kennari’s hands begin moving in rapid signs.

Oh, you can’t read the signs, can you? Well, no point in me drawing them all if they won’t mean anything to you. I’ll just translate the Kenren into English. Yknow, just like how I translate Gelenian into English. Or how I translate the Asturian into Latin. Or in the Primary Source Documents, when I- Okay, okay, the point is, bold text means Kenren from now on, kay?

Library Assistant: Hello, this is the Library Relekent. Can you see me?
Kennari: I can, can you see me?
LA: Crystal clear. Name and role?
Kennari: Kennari, independent researcher.
LA: Right, K... E... Kennari... Kenn- Ah! Here we go. How can we help you?
Kennari: Is Sinoch still working there? I’ve been trying to get in contact with him the past few days, to no avail.
LA: Sinoch! Yes, he was just in yesterday, though he’s been avoiding his mirror of late. Personal business of some sort. What did you need him for? I can pass a message along.
Kennari: Well, I don’t need him specifically, any tenured keeper will suffice. I just know him personally.
LA: Oh, I see. Well, he should be in soon, so I’ll- actually, wait one moment.

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