There were scrolls, manuscripts, blank books with hastily written notes in English and other languages he didn’t recognise, along with scribblings and simpler renditions of old magic symbols. There were other things as well: documents, strange objects, and statuettes. Some were old, some worn, and several he was pretty sure were the kinds of things you found being hawked to gormless out-of-towners by the local market shysters. Or he would be if they weren’t radiating particularly intimidating-looking magical auras.