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The bandits had a sort of stash, there behind the rocks: a few coins, a few glass gemstones, and a wicked looking dagger with a reddish blade. Fjord calls for Caleb, who takes the dagger and pulls out his spellbook, his fingers already going to exactly the right page (he can do this in his sleep, he sometimes thinks; were it not for the fun of understanding and discovering, he might need reflect on his main function to the Mighty Nein being a first level Identify spell —)
When he pulls open the book, he blinks and coughs and flinches as a cloud of pink — something — he leaps back with an undignified yelp, and glitter spills out across the pages, into his lap, onto his sleeves and hands and face.
“Ahhh!!” Jester has been healing Beau about twenty feet away; now she jumps to her feet and knocks Beau over in her haste to reach Caleb. For half a second he thinks she’s coming to heal him, he’s sitting stunned, but she just flings out her arms. “TA-DAH…!” she trails off. “Ahh, Caleb, you ruined it! You weren’t supposed to find it until later so I could be right there and go, hey, Caleb, would you look at your book for me, and then…” Jester glares down at him. “Shitballs.”
Caleb runs his hand over his face and beard. His palm comes back pink with glitter.