Marric makes a mental note of the stops he still needs to make before hitting the road... but another curiosity pops up and adds to the list. The robes, the size of the book... these things he can overlook easily enough. But why in the world would a mage have her spellbook wrapped in chains?<br/><br/>Well, he figures there's only one way to find out.<br/><br/>"Mornin', ma'am." He says cordially, shifting in his seat. "You get drawn in by the smell o' the roast too?"<br/><br/>He chuckles and raises his plate up in salutation, before tucking back in.<br/><br/>"If ya don't mind my askin', what did the book do?"