Hard covers, nice colors, finer paper, and sturdier bindings.

Not bad. He'll take a dozen, and two dozen of the bulk ones.

That will cost a tidy sum but he gets a free paper bag with a purchase that large!

It's much appreciated.

He'll drop the notebooks off at his room and go back out to look for the other two items on his list.

There's an intersection with what appears to be a public hearth, where a bunch of people are cooking things rather than using fires in their homes.

Oh, that's clever, it'll be more efficient with the fuel and this way no one has to overheat their house in this climate.

It also appears to be a social hub for the members of each family who cook!

Also a bonus!

What's next?

The town is pretty prosperous but there are a few street urchins running around.

He finds a restaurant that has meals to go, and heads back to where the urchins are with an obvious to-go bag in one hand and a box of pastry in the other. "Hey, kid, come talk to me for a minute?"

"What do you want!" says the kid.

"I have some questions about Iabeltha's domain. Trade you dinner for it? I have barbecue goat and fruit pastries."

The kid holds out his hand.

He receives a bag of barbecue goat.

He takes off with the bag of barbecue goat.

Yeah, that'll happen sometimes. He'll come back tomorrow and see if the same kid is around.

Wander wander?

More public hearths. It's getting darker, and some people are sitting near them just to warm up a bit, though most people around here seem used to the range of temperatures and don't feel the need. A well, with a short queue people are "standing" in by leaving their shoes in place while they sit on a bench and chat waiting for the current front of the line to draw his buckets. Some kind of school letting a flock of teenagers out for the day and a bunch of food carts there to meet them with sandwiches and kebabs and handpies.

It's all very cozy. He starts meandering back toward the temple when the sunset begins to fade. "Kiraavi? How's it going?"

"Still pretty busy. You wanted reports, right? About half an hour for those."

"Works for me, thank you."

The temple's right where he left it. Apparently they don't go in for evening services; the place is dark.

That's fine. If there's seating nearby he'll avail himself.

He can sit on the steps if he likes, or there's a bench across the street.

The bench across the street is fine; he's not sure how Iabeltha feels about people sitting where she receives offerings.

He rests for a few minutes and then begins humming, to pass the time - it's too dark to do very much else. It's been nearly an hour when Kiraavi asks if he's ready to receive the reports, and he takes his vial of road dust off and sets it on the steps before telling him to go ahead, then retrieves the vial and sets Iabeltha's copy of the morning's observations next to the stacks of press-printed books, with a pebble on top against the breeze.

"Hello, again, Iabeltha; I offer you these reports of the troubles in Kiraavi's domain, and also my own report of my morning here, from the perspective of an outsider. I hope you find them useful."

They vanish.

And back to the inn he goes. He'll have last night's cheese pastry for breakfast, and head out to have a look at the outskirts of the settlement, giving Iabeltha and her clergy time to look over Kiraavi's notes before he shows up at the temple.

(The notes themselves are mostly made up of details about the refugees - yea many farmers, fisherpeople, hunters, weavers, traders, et cetera, with families comprised like so and hobbies and additional skills like so and preferences to stay with or avoid other families like so; there's also a section detailing the conflict as well as Kiraavi can put it together (the refugees were largely not meaningfully involved, but there's a list of people who put up active resistance to the agressing god who Kiraavi would like to see taken good care of, ideally far away) and one detailing the other gods involved in the resettlement effort - a few dozen, though some are only interested in taking in a modest number of settlers - and a summary of the resources available to the project. It's actually fairly well supplied, just big and complicated and it's not clear that there are enough places for all the refugees to go yet.)

The outskirts of town are mostly just increasingly widely-spaced houses with bigger and bigger gardens until it's farmland. People have their own chimneys, away from the center of the town.

Back at the temple the priest he spoke to before is sitting on the steps and doing some figuring, occasionally corresponding with presumable other priests by putting notes down and picking them up.