Kutur reached into his pack and pulled out a book. It was one of the thinner ones, he knew, but it still thudded as he set it on the table. It was a book on the intricacies of the red discipline, and he noted with pride that of the four authors whose names were honored on the cover, his was third. Quickly, he opened it up to the first page, and pointed to the paragraph at the top. As he read, the margins around the paragraph began to take shape. 

The black letters began to expand, then split, the remaining blobs of ink splashing across the blank spaces. They formed whorls of abstraction, spirals and circles, even scales like that on a kobold. He focused hard now, and a pinpoint of red light emerged from the tip of his talon. From it exploded similar patterns, adorning the very air above the paragraph.

Kutur closed the book again. when he opened it, the ink illuminations glowed a faint red. He tapped one of them, and the red began to glow ever more intense, until a projection of the illumination jumped from the pattern and hovered a few fingers above the page. "That's illumination," he said. "It's not hard, but it does take a while, not least of which because the text must first be read. There's . . . " he looked shyly down at his near-bursting sack. "A lot of work to go through, and I was thinking you could help me."