It is a strange thing to suddenly be able to read a language, and then several languages, not born or learned to you. Something of the dreams. Languages of strange words and strangers text. Skills and abilities, not counting powers, from another world, now inhabit my mind and I find them very odd. Sure, I could have learned them here, some of them, but I doubt I ever would have. Ink making, and scroll shaping, book creation and binding, the art of slaying of, and caring for, dragons, and more. It is an odd thing, this, to have these talents awoken simply by dreaming enough dreams, remembering enough of another life, another world, and wondering, somehow, if such could and would be true, here.