It was nothing more than a child’s plaything until the sorcerer got hold of it…
And you think you’ve had issues with your father…
I am woman. Hear me roar!
"Hello, (insert village’s name)! It’s great to be here!"
Wha—is that a miniature thunderstorm in that thing?
What if the innkeeper knew what you wanted before you did?
It looks like a cook's book. It is a cook's book. It is also where the cook, who happened to be a master spy, encoded all his secrets and contacts. The book has innocently fallen into your group's hands. Everyone wants it, and many are not subtle or peaceful in their attempts.