[ Tenn rests his hand thoughtfully against his chin. He can picture it, because the same is done on bottles of medicine in his era — long labels that are sticky and folded in on themselves. It's a good way to hide or efficiently store a list. He'd read in Anya's report that all of the witch's records seemed to have been hastily torn and hidden in nooks and crannies. This would still fit. ]
I see... what did it say? Were you able to read it?
[ A spell, a recipe, another riddle – anything could be useful. Even notes on her research and theories. Tenn takes a distracted first bite of pancake- and raises his head, expression brightening. The flavor is sweet at first, then tart. ]
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I see... what did it say? Were you able to read it?
[ A spell, a recipe, another riddle – anything could be useful. Even notes on her research and theories. Tenn takes a distracted first bite of pancake- and raises his head, expression brightening. The flavor is sweet at first, then tart. ]
Ah... this is really good!