Thread:Faenor of the Silver Laurel/@comment-26084195-20161228202011/@comment-26444332-20170103052131

The Aetanii nod in affirmation once the message has been translated. A single Aetanii crewmember runs out of a hall, carrying a small silver chip. She (or he; the Veydreth and Terrans still can't tell who is who) hands the captain it, whispering something.

The captain presents it to the emissaries, saying something.

'This is the entire recorded conversation, including translations, of our encounter,' the Rakshasa translates. 'Along with quite a bit of our language and writing system stored inside for you to translate, and possibly learn.'