Nancy frowns at the words and picture. Of course he knows Latin, she isn't surprised at all. Nancy takes the picture of the bird and turns it over slowly. "It's a nightingale. But what does that have to do with knowledge? unless... Is there a faculty member or something with that surname? It's common enough around here."

"Let's find a teacher with the name Nightengale," Nancy says, before leading Cesare off the pavilion. It takes a few minutes for Nancy to ask around, but someone points her in the direction of Thomas Nightengale.

"excuse me, Mr. Nightengale? are you our clue?"