[he moves in closer, but he doesn't try to peek. Instead one hand reaches out, staying the quill, blocking the parchment]

I'm not going to read it - your past is yours to tell, and I think everything written by these... enchanted objects, should be taken with a pinch of salt. I think anyone will realise that.

[it is strange and fantastical, there's no mistaking that, and Linneus is quite fascinated by these implements that seem to write of their own accord. But all of the accounts seem just slightly skewed.]

There's no promising they'll stop if we walk away. But what if we did that?