Orland: Let the Book of Names record that on this day did Translator Gamall take the name of Interpreter Gamall and begin to read the Prophecies. Let her eyes open to read and to see. Let her tongue speak the words of the glyphs.
Gamall: I shall see the unseen. I shall speak the truth.
Orland: Let the Book of Names record that...
Gamall: Ugh! Aaah!
Orland: Interpreter Gamall? What's wrong?
Gamall: No... no... curse her stinking, rotting bones! You think you can snare me trap me with your secrets? I am secret, kept for decades! You scratch out glyphs and think you have them – but I wear them drink them breathe them know them far better than you. I am glyphs, now and for all time.
Lauryl:I'm me again. She can't use it any more.
Gamall: Finally now you see me my skin my bone as I am – you will not live to thwart me! I have gathered all I need, talismans tomes artifacts writings, I have them beyond your grasp. I trace I discover I read, and soon I shall come to the last of all glyphs, that you seek stumble follow but shall never find... I'm afraid we're going to have to rip a few pages from the Book of Names...