Flare takes the piles of scrolls, and begins poring through them. "They're... a journal, of sorts. Mostly mad rantings and ravings, as near as I can tell, someone called Snorri Stone-Eye... wasn't that the guy who's funeral ship we crashed?" She kept reading. "I'll see if I can find anything useful in here, while you two dig around. Maybe we can figure out what's going on?"