"Ah-HAH! Yes, yes, yes, that's it, that's it!" Dropping his bag to the floor and rifling through it with both hands, he produced a well-worn leather-bound journal with loose pages poking out. Opening it and stuffing in anything that came tumbling out, he flipped through the yellowed pages until he came upon what he was looking for.
"This, this is it! This is it! My master, my master, he studied a similar language, yes? The text of the Great Old Ones, he said. The ancients wrote vast texts, vast texts! Lost to time, they were! But, but, but my master, he kept records and taught m-me to read them!"
Reading over the writings, he looked over the etched text and began the diligent work of translating it.