Elara took the book cautiously, her interest and curiosity obvious, not unlike a cat peering at something unknown and considering whether to attack it or leave it alone. Her long fingers flicked through a few of the pages, surprised a few times at some of the ridiculous outfits mages used to wear long ago. "Intriguing. Perhaps I'll have a hat made like that for you." She mused aloud, snapping the useless book shut with a fluid quick movement and looking up at the Princeling. "You would have a field day in a place like this, I'm sure, full of fire traps and the like." She replied, carefully slipping the book on the shelf next to its brothers, her hand steady and sure, careful not to even brush a fingernail against the other ones.<br/><br/>"Well, keep looking! Since you know how to disable these traps, find something useful. Gods know that this will turn out to be a blessing if you find something to assist Caldwyn at least." The vampire queen looked pleased at the prospect and flapped her hands at him encouragingly, her eyes seeing the 'cursed' books with new hope. Several were titled in languages she didn't understand, and others were about as useful as the Mage's Attire book... but there were others that walked the line of realm travel, and yet more that were disturbingly morbid about seeking beyond the planes of death.