((Quiz question: If you were a sorcerer would you hide these published works in the same room or are you going to make her team up buddy system style with prince of the grumpy Gecko's?))
Sliding her finger between the pages to keep her spot she hopped from the bed, using her free hand to wrestle with the zip on her backpack. A minuet of cursing, huffing and laughing later had the young mechanic armed with a frayed journal of her own, it's leather spine all but hanging from the pages.
If Max regathered all of his work then maybe she could learn something, "this trip hasn't been such a waste of time after all.." Skimming to the empty back pages Fredrika pulled a few blank sheet's free, stuffing the tattered book back in her bag.
With a renewed vigour she began marking out pages, revisiting the stacked journal's and searching the room thoroughly for any sign of his published data. If she also found something that would help her get rid of her (not so little) currant dragon problem then all the better.
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