Without sitting down, Geddoe took the offered pad and started jotting in his own native writing system, a runic-looking lettering of angles and lines. He was much faster with it in hand than using the local writing system. He frowned darkly even as he wrote. "That man has corrupted nearly everything he touched," he grumbled. "I'm not sorry that he has yet to return - perhaps this time, death was the final nail after all." Confident that he had made note of everything Boyd was offering, as well as his statement about the time frame of the anti-Import laws in other countries, he straightened up. "Capturing someone from Vulcanus may prove difficult, but at this rate, we need to start taking risks. Else, we may indeed be herded into a prison or a deserted island somewhere against our will, all of a sudden, with no room to protest that we didn't see it coming."