The Fool's eyes wander to the book regardless, his interest piqued, though not enough to delve into the subject. He's more interested in the friendly stranger with the peculiar appearance, and while he could prevent his eyes from wandering to those leaves, the green skin, why bother? Trahearne would know his curiosity anyway.

"A mystery city populated by mysteries," the Fool ventures, still smiling, and rests his chin on his curled knuckles. "And I hope I don't offend, but your appearance is truly mystifying. I've only seen similar markings upon those touched by dragons, in my world."