Quentan chose to let the pointless debate go, he knew Lorimer andd knew that he would never of left books with his daughter if they represented a danger to her simply by having them... someone wanting the books, perhaps, but not the books themselves... such thoughts came from those who had no experience with parenting, or understanding of how a caring parent protects their children. Dwarves above all loved and cared for their young in such ways and the professor simply would not place her in such danger... but some people lacked such common sense.<br/><br/>He offered the key and let the others unlock the trunk. When everyone seemed overly interested in the locked book, and ignored the obviously important one on top that screamed... almost literally... "read me!" he picked it up. "Be lookin' like religious texts ta meself." he said of the other books, "Perhaps sum'n's journals o' dark deeds... "<br/><br/>He looked at the trunk and lifted a hand over them, the holy symbol dangling from his stubby fingers. "Torag, hears me prayer to yeself an' me plea fer ye aid. Open's me eyes an' by ye blessin' shows meself, if'n tis ye will, any foul magics upon these tomes."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Casting Detect Magic...<br/><br/></div></div><br/>With that done, he opens the slender book and stomps off to begin reading.