Flint followed along, watching the sky with curious eyes, nodding along as she spoke. When she asked of the tomes and scrolls, his eyes flickered to them, the old script jumping out at him. The books were illegal, as were most of Flint's wears and items, but they were important, and he had felt the need, oh so many years ago, when they fell into his hands, to keep them safe. "I deal in selling enchantments, and goods. Stealing is really just a hobby of mine, you see. Those were payment from a client of mine. They're from the lost century, which might make reading them a bit difficult, but they're the only source of information I've got."