Jono whistles as she walks around the town, foregoing her cloak so she looks like just an average player. She’d left the kid knight at a tavern, agreeing to meet her later while she checked on things at her keep, and on her clients. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the bright red of scarves wrapped around what she assumed to be some kind of performer.

Zakiyya hands him the book. “It has tips on how to get used to it, and how to utilize it. It’s not finished, but it’s something.”