All right. [ Childermass probably had other things on his mind, Lambert suspects, and he doesn't know if Lapis sufficiently cares enough to notice shit about fuck that Foster does. Anyway, it's more a surprise that Strange let him hang on to a book this long without demanding to read it.
He plucks it from Foster's claws, turning it around in his hands, feeling for any tell tale him from his medallion that might tell him if this has magical properties. He glances around, frowns, and then steps towards one of the low benches, dismissing Foster with a wave of his hand, but not banishing him. ]
Sit tight. I'll have questions. [ He orders, already flicking through the pages. He's not going to be able to read something this dense, obviously, but he's looking at page headings and any illustrations, sections where there might be emphasis over others. Obviously, he also checks out the actual information on title and author, if there's any. All in all, he's doing a relatively thorough skimming, and unless Foster interrupts? He'll be doing that for the next ten or fifteen minutes. ]
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He plucks it from Foster's claws, turning it around in his hands, feeling for any tell tale him from his medallion that might tell him if this has magical properties. He glances around, frowns, and then steps towards one of the low benches, dismissing Foster with a wave of his hand, but not banishing him. ]
Sit tight. I'll have questions. [ He orders, already flicking through the pages. He's not going to be able to read something this dense, obviously, but he's looking at page headings and any illustrations, sections where there might be emphasis over others. Obviously, he also checks out the actual information on title and author, if there's any. All in all, he's doing a relatively thorough skimming, and unless Foster interrupts? He'll be doing that for the next ten or fifteen minutes. ]