She's about to turn away when her attention is captured on the lodged book hidden behind a crack in the shelf. Immediately she notices it as a dark brown book with carved runes in it. She drops the book in her hands onto the side of the counter, pulling out the brown one instead. The smell of it comes rushing towards her, a faint ink scent emitting from the pages, and it looks new. The dust has clearly been cleaned off, and she begins to translate the ruins into her mind. It's Latin.