Journey of 1000 Souls

You look up at the bright blue sky, seemingly infatuated with the view. It was a clear day as always, in the land of Talon. The green grass you were sitting on was the perfect temperature at this time of year, and you knew that no matter what was going to happen, it would always stay a clear and beautiful day. As you heave yourself up, one of your eldest friends rushed to you with a scroll written in a language you have a slight clue about. As he makes it to you with an urgent look on his face, you feel the day start to worsen.
"Hey! Finally caught up to you. Great. I know your father, Henrick Mulgin taught you some ancient languages. Can you decipher this text?" He looked at you with a pleading face. He struck a nerve hidden deep inside. You despised people being unhelped. You decide to think your answer over.