Thankfully for both Wei Wuxian's sanity and the Dark Lord's pride, Wuxian manages to locate Arche at a moment when he's not in the middle of giving said dog a nice scratch behind the ears. Never as elusive around the farm as someone like Five, the young man in question is easily found just seated in a corner of the farmhouse kitchen one afternoon, having a hot drink against the weather outside (sure there isn't exactly money to splurge on tea, but he's made do) with several books and papers piled next to him. They're covered in both the scribbles of the local language as well as some completely unfamiliar glyphs too, perhaps Archeval's own language; he sets one of the papers down with a curious glance over as Wuxian greets him.

"Wei Wuxian. Yes, I've made the attempt at any rate," he sums up dryly, waving a hand at the little pile he's built up; plainly this is something he's been spending a lot of time on. It's certainly no secret among the refugees either, as he's been recruiting accomplices in the task wherever possible. "I can muddle through a little by now, but -- why do you ask? Have something for me?"