"What does Gree mean?"
"It has many meanings..." Rhett slurred. "Mountain... snow-like... whitish."
"Hmm," Carl creased his forehead in a try to ease the lingering pain on his temples.
"But there is not south to the Dullen creek." Lamont whined, scratching his unruly mop of hair. His taut and cold demeanour was out of the window. Now, he was just a liquored up clod. "Do you think they wrecked down the land after the war? They obviously have a tendency to do that, don't they? You'll never know, it could be some kind of stupid cultural convention..."
In the book it was mentioned that a major part of the South-side of Mount Lucan soon after the Marnian-Greevan war. In Gree, Lucan meant moon, which was considered as one of the ancient entities of the Greevan god-lore. But it was only a portion of the settlement. There was still huge area of land that they hadn't discovered.
Carl puffed his pipe, hearing to Rhett as he arduously translated each and every page for him. The rest of the team was dormant in the warm ambiance of the Gree trees. But they had forced themselves to stay awake and drunk and desperate to find the root of Velibhor.
"In Greevan... verit doir-de-Dullen..." Rhett yawned.
It reminded Carl about the title of the book. It was something similar. He recalled it after a moment-Doir-de-Greevan.
"What does doir mean?" he asked Rhett.
Rhett rubbed his drowsy eyes. "Umm, birth, not exactly birth... you can say a kind of origin. Yeah, origin."
Doir de Greevan
Doir de Dullen
"Cripes!" Carl smacked his fist on the ground. Damn, it hurt. But he didn't mind it against the rush of thoughts. "I think you are almost there," he told Rhett.
He stared at him blankly.
"Read on."
Rhett murmured the foreign words under his breathe. "It says the Gree trees grew in abundance to the, verit, meaning south, of doir-de-Dullen. The place is named with respect to the landscape," he continued to read. "... and the Rozars, the temples, the houses of, Madheers-lords, and their households were widely spread over this-Oh," Rhett's opened wide. "My word, Detective," he tuned a slurry surprise and leaned forward to him with a smile, "We got it... we got the place-you are marvellous."
"That I am." Carl took along drag, well-pleased with himself.
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