After a few minutes of trying to find something to clean her weapons on, Sweewtaer settled on the nearly decayed bedsheets.<br/><br/>"Anyone know what that thing was?  Oh, a book."  She stepped up to the one who found it and peaked over their shoulder.  "Do you suppose that's a spellbook?  Or just a languege I haven't learned yet?  They did say something about a wizard once living here, didn't they?"