Levris is in the back of a tavern in Baires, drinking some strange herbal concoction and indulging in his favorite hobby of poking at people's brains.
(Yes, yes, there's privacy issues. But Levris is not going to tell anyone besides himself, and they're all strangers anyway, and people are so fascinating.)
He looks around in the library that is the barmaid's mind and takes a book off the shelf. He can't read them, of course, it's not Thoughtsensing, the books are all in a language he cannot read; but the weight and the color and the heft tell him things, and sometimes there are extraordinarily interesting pictures.