Swamped

Mortimer is looking at a discarded sheet of paper. There's a crude drawing of what looks like a spiky terror flattened by something, and some writing under it that you can't quite make out.

"Father has a poor memory. He often makes doodles and little rhymes. That's his art style, and his handwriting."

"Are you able to read it?" you ask. "Because I can't make head or tail of it."

"No wonder. Aside from how sloppy he writes, this is in Kandrian. No, wait, I think it's Lower Kandrian, even."

"Lower Kandrian?" you ask.

"It used to be the main language, but then the government changed a lot of the words - Brume knows why. Still in use because there's a few remote villages that they haven't enforced the new tongue in yet, so people who do business there call it that to distinguish it. Uncle Leo told me about it once, and I recognize a few of the words he mentioned."

"So, can you read it?"

He frowns.

"About half the words. Between Father's messy handwriting, and the fact I don't even know that much Kandrian of either variety... well, it's not easy to make sense of. But this is what I'm seeing here..."