“Where we going?” Stone asked, peering over Oxalide’s shoulder.     “We are going to find Kossliet! And it’s ‘where are we going’, but that was very good!” Oxalide beamed, raising her hand to indicate the journal that Stone had retrieved there. “We have reached a dead end Ourself. The letters look like some sort of mix between roman and cryllic, but we believe it is an entirely different language. Startling that Our collective does not recognize it! And here We just thought it was poorly scribed.”     The pair approached the building where Kossliet had settled in to on the ed