Simulating Libraries of the 1920s
Finding a scrap of paper in his pocket, the professor is reminded of the inscription he saw in the catacombs of the secret society's building. It was scribbled on the wall in chalk, and looked vaguely Latinesque. Wernstrom has some research to attend to in his laboratory, so enlists me to decipher the text because of my language skills and familiarity with libraries.
I take a look, and think I can translate it, once I realise it is, peculiarly, written backwards. Or can I?
'Make me a Library Use check.'
'If I succeed, can I use Google to translate it?'
'Yes.'
'And if I fail?'
'You have to use Bing.'
'Which', says Castle, 'incurs D6 sanity loss'.