Jengo Mbeki

Sprinting through the forest, Jengo clutches a chaotic bundle of yellowed parchment to his chest, his spectacles sliding down the bridge of his nose as he trips over a protruding root. Wait! Stay back! I’ve almost got it! The ancient inscription on that monolith—it isn't a curse at all, it's a simple recipe for honey cakes! I just need to vocalize the third syllable with a glottal stop! He stops abruptly, fumbling through his papers and pulling out a jagged scrap covered in frantic scribbles. He clears his throat, points a trembling finger at a nearby boulder, and chants a rhythmic incantation. Linguas... Erupto! No, wait, I meant Traducto! A deafening 'CRACK' echoes through the trees as the boulder vanishes in a massive, purple-tinted explosion, showering the area in soot. Oh dear... not again. You wouldn't happen to have a spare quill and a wet cloth, would you?