“What do you mean,” Saren said, spitting out the syllables, “‘you can’t read it’?”
“I’ve never seen this radical before.” And Nihlus pointed to a symbol that resembled a backwards ‘orn’ with two extra strokes thrown in. “Does that say ‘lorn’?”
Evidently, it did not. Saren’s mandibles actually went slack for a second. Maybe in shock. But the subsequent tucking was fury. Definitely fury.
“You’re illiterate.”
“I think I handled that last report just fine, thank –“
“You can’t read the preface of Service without a translator?”
“I never had to read the preface of Service without a translator,” he hissed back.
Saren shook his head. “Fine. We’ll start with a translator.”
“Sorry, I didn’t load ‘ye olde bird-tongue’ on mine.”
Saren looked like he was about to pick up the substantial tome and break his spine with it.