Rosinante leans in to get a closer look, as if somehow that will help, then pulls back, frowning. "What language is that?"

Not one he's ever seen, that's for sure. And while some languages here translate fine, some just don't - like Cao Pi's Chinese, with all its unusual geometric strokes, more like pictures than words. But this is something else entirely. "Maybe you ought to ask around," he suggests. "Or put a picture on the network. See if anyone recognizes it."