He reached out, tracing his hand across the symbols. He didn't have to be able to read them to know what they said. He'd seen them before. Once before.

"'This is the Tomb of Rassilon, where Rassilon lies in eternal sleep'," he read. He moved down to a second set of symbols. "'To lose is to win, and he who wins shall lose.'"

He moved past those symbols to another set, this one full of strange, unrecognizable shapes.

"This isn't a language at all," he said. "It's...I don't know. It's odd."