Drakull sits at the tavern munching on his stew, drinking his mead. The book rest securely in his satchel. He looks around the room, it is an empty house today. He turns to Rose Deepdelver and thanks her for the meal and drink, before leaving the tavern and heading home.
That same night Caswir is sitting in his Flat, paging through the book, studying the songs and chants. He proclaims his thoughts.
"This book may be magic! I think.. Some of these songs could have been used in rituals, and ceremonies! The book looks old enough, and is supposed to be ancient." He pauses looking over the rugged leather covering, and the weathered pages. "Only question is, what kind of spirits will this book summon?"
Caswir proceeds to copy select songs from the book to parchment paper. He spends the rest of the night, with his lute in hand, the parchments laid about the room, practicing his new material.