"Satanic? What does that even mean? Don't make up words. Are Roman Catholics some sub-breed of Overlander?" He scoffs either way, because man, so fussy about some runes! And here he's working so HARD on them! But he can't cut corners now anyway; one messed up line means a messed up portal.

"Oh, plenty. Plenty to work on. I assume you've had these with you when you've been to this Coastal Rico?" Naugus pulls off the glasses from behind his horn and looks them over before sliding them on. Just because he can. Whoa, it's dark! "Drawing the place from memories will be easier than having to look at a map and conjure coordinates."