"Is there a bookstore in town? And what are the local laws?"

"There's a bookstore, it's got the yellow and red sign, two streets that way bear left. Only oddball law here is that we don't allow alcohol within Windtower, you get it out past the river or past the circle road depending which direction you're going before you crack a bottle. Everything else is your basic no assault no murder no sausage no armies with cancer no theft no arson sorts of things."

Several of those make no sense but she is trying to seem less foreign than she is and the books might explain it. "Thank you. I will stay out of trouble." 

And she wants to get to the bookstore while she's still got Tongues so she heads out. 

There's a red and yellow sign! And a lot of books.

Tongues won't cover the books but she also has Comprehend Languages. At least she didn't get grabbed for this before the Worldwound tour, she'd have been utterly useless and it would probably have taken her a month even to learn that she's atrocious at learning foreign languages. 

She casts Comprehend Languages, goes into the bookshop. "Hi. I do book binding repair, do you have any work for me?"

"Huh, do you bring your own materials?" asks the proprietor, a little old man.

"Yes. Good as new or you don't have to pay me."

"And how much do I pay you if it is as good as new?"

"How much do you sell the books for?"

"Depends on the book. They're all marked."

"Half what they're listed at."

He sucks his teeth a bit. "I can sell most of them damaged for that much, sooner or later."

"A quarter?"

"I'll try you on one for that and see if you're going to give me a hack job and argue about how good as new it is," he decides, and he shows her into a back room and fishes a book out of a box with a cracked spine and a scratch across the leather cover and a few pages creased like they were stepped on. "You don't look like you're carrying much, there."

She pats her spellbook in her front pocket. "I have what I need. I'll call you when it's done?"

"Trade secrets?" he asks.

"Yes."

He looks around, maybe assessing how much damage she could do if she started wrecking things instead of fixing them, and then goes back into the main shop without a quarrel.

She mends the book. ...and then reads it, because why not. What is it about.

It's a religious text! It includes various scripts and rituals for attempting communion with the souls of various things such as weather systems, fields, forests, wells, rivers, and animals. It has a reference chart of when all the major Celebratory Animist holidays are, though the timing is vague and counted by the senatorial sleep cycle on Central Ivory and the book is pretty sure your chickens will not mind if you are a bit early or late to give them holiday treats and of course if your town/round/household celebrates at a certain time it makes sense to celebrate with them.

She's heard of druids but this seems entirely different than that. She - doesn't have spare paper to take notes anymore, stupid thief - tries to memorize as much of the rituals as possible - 

- and after about thirty minutes brings the book out front to the proprietor. "Is this all right?"

"That was fast," he says, looking the book over, opening it, flipping through. "...wow. Are you planning to set up in Windtower? People don't knock over my displays and then trample the books often enough for me to have steady work for you." But he rummages in his till for a quarter of the book's list price.

"I should hope not! No, I'm just passing through, but I was robbed two nights ago and I want to build some savings up before I leave. I can do what you do have."

He can set her up with some more trampled and otherwise maltreated books.

She will spend the rest of the day in his back room, mending them and then reading them. Are any of them about how making-people works?