Ahh, to work at last...
Steven looked around at the storage room. Shelf after shelf of boxes, overflowing with artifacts, more or less labelled with the place they'd been found. An archeologist's nightmare and heaven all in one.
He glanced over at the kid who'd been assigned to go through this stuff with him. "You want to study history, forget playing around with the languages - that's just a means to the end. This is where it all happens, studying the things they left behind, figuring out what they were supposed to do. And in this case, what they can still do, which is a little unusual.
Wandering down the shelves, he picked a box at random and lifted it to the floor next to the room's little table. "Well, don't just stand there, we have work to do."
He glanced over at the kid who'd been assigned to go through this stuff with him. "You want to study history, forget playing around with the languages - that's just a means to the end. This is where it all happens, studying the things they left behind, figuring out what they were supposed to do. And in this case, what they can still do, which is a little unusual.
Wandering down the shelves, he picked a box at random and lifted it to the floor next to the room's little table. "Well, don't just stand there, we have work to do."