Not the specific book, but the general type - gnomish make, with the characteristic detailing and obvious magical signature of a moving-picture book. It's titled The Book of Erotic Fantasy, in the common tongue of his world.

"...huh. Well, there's no problem giving it to him, at least."

"Oh, good."

Scyelen can't read the title.

"What is it?"

"It's - illusion magic, my world's type. The title is in one of my world's languages, too. It's pornography, most likely, I'm not going to check - it'll have moving pictures on the pages."

Moving pictures of-

Scyelen wants dearly to ask if she can look inside, but that's way too embarrassing actually and instead she just blushes.

Wait, "this is from your world?"

Yeah, if he'd been able to check it last night he might've left her alone with it, but as is, the carriage isn't that big.

"Mmhmm. I have no idea how it got here - I mean, we have magic for going between planes, but I've never heard of a second one like the material plane before, and I would expect to have if anyone knew about it at all."

"That's... how long have the Zerbst had this? It... can't have gotten here the way you did... right?"

"She said thirty years. I guess if someone was summoned carrying it? But I haven't heard of that, either, here or there."

"That can't be... if there were other human familiars... that would mean there were other secret Void mages, in non-Brimic countries no less, and that would mean... I mean, that has to be impossible, right? Someone would've been discovered before..."

"I don't even know enough to guess. What's it like where Kirche is from?"

"Germania? I've never been there. Our families are technically in some kind of feud, actually, but Kirche... I mean, I didn't really... notice... that she'd stopped until Miss Vaux pointed it out, but when we first started at the Academy I think she was... expecting me to be her rival, or something. Now that I think back... I think she assumed she'd 'won' after, like, the first week? And after that she was just... being herself at me."

This gets a little squeeze. "That doesn't tell me much about what kinds of magic they might be doing there. Maybe I'll have to go and check."

That idea makes Scyelen nervous but she can't think of an actual reason not to, besides the feud she already mentioned. She just nods.

"I'll be careful, sweetheart. It really is safe for me to do most things, if we don't mind people seeing me teleport away from them if they go bad."

That does not actually make Scyelen any less nervous about the idea!

But she just leans on Raafi as the carriage trundles along.

And he can tell her about the time he got lost in the mountains and stumbled onto an unusually friendly kobold mine, which he stayed at for a few days until they tried to let their dragon protector eat him, at which point he teleported out, unharmed and with a few rare trinkets and an interesting story to tell.

Scyelen isn't sure if that story was meant to be allegorical or just entertaining, but it is entertaining so she doesn't ask.

Shortly, the carriage arrives once more at Mott's manor.

Raafi pauses to send a message to Siesta when they're about twenty minutes out, letting her know that they're almost there, and when they reach the manor, but before the carriage comes to a stop, he offers Scyelen the same spell that was in the potion yesterday - "it's called Eagle's Splendor, if you ever want to ask me for it, and it'll last fifteen minutes or half an hour when I cast it; half an hour, today."

"...maybe just in case. Unless you think you'll need it for something else?"

"I don't expect to, but I have a spare, just in case." And he casts it and offers her the glowing spell in his hand.

She takes it.

They get out of the carriage and march up to the manor. She tells the guard on the door who they are and that they're expected.

This time they're brought directly up to Mott's study.

Mott himself seems a little skeptical.

"Back so soon? I hope you aren't foolish enough to think my tolerance extends further than it already has..."

"Oh, no, we've got it." He holds up the case. "How's Siesta doing?"

Mott tries and fails to not seem too eager. "Fine she's fine let's see it!"

He glances at Scyelen, she can pipe up anytime - "How about we get her started packing before you get too distracted with your new reading material."