A Temple Gyrraptor stood in the Halls of Amnesty, his gaze fixed on a few weird symbols on the walls. Slowly, he traced them with one claw, wondering what their purpose was. It was his life's destiny to determine the meaning of such symbols, he thought. Already he was a master at several ancient languages, but still had not managed to interpret the symbols on his own scales, or those of the Shrine. Which was why he had come here. To study them or stare at them until they made sense. What made it so hard for Jirard was that they were quite different from any other hieroglyphics of any other language. But they too had a meaning, he was sure of it. And if he found it, it would be the biggest discovery in all of the world. Not to mention the end of his life's work, and freedom for him to do whatever he wanted. It was lonely work, though. No one understood his obsession.
I just wish someone could understand me, he thought-spoke sadly, forgetting that others could hear him.
[Jirard: 1 -- +2 to Exploration -- just for reference]