Alistair's eyeing a book on the Avvar, trying to remember if Kieran's read it already. He thinks he has. Maybe? The title sounds familiar, but he supposes there are only so many variations on The Avvar and Their History you can get before it all starts to blur together.

Cullen's words stir him from his thoughts. "I don't think so," he says, giving the book a final once-over before returning it to the shelves. "We can check the confectionary tomorrow?"

And maybe another bookshop. Or a trinket shop that might have some toy soldiers or two.

(He finds his thoughts drifting to Warden Lucas; the little wooden mabari he wrapped in paper alongside the letter to his family. With a barely audible sigh, he shakes it off.)