[He huffs, amused, as he pages through the book. His big, calloused fingers are careful, gentle with the old paper - and gentle, too, because he doesn't really want to touch a magic book - but if this thing fills itself in, he wants to know what kind of information it might reveal about him, about the Inquisition, whether that might end up sharing any of their secrets with this guy and whoever he's working with.]

[Nothing specific, it looks like - like Quentin said, fairy tale stuff, with that kind of storytelling you get with old tales where most of the little details are gone, if they were ever a part of the story in the first place. The Bull's probably going to have to tell him about the Inquisition, at least - the book already gave Quentin their symbol, and he even if there was a reason to the Bull couldn't pretend not to recognize it - but he might have ended up telling Quentin that part anyway.]

Guess you got me there.

[He closes the magic book and hands it back, feeling that phantom-itching on his palms that always makes a part of him think some of the magic rubbed off and decided to keep hanging out there.]

What's the witch going to do with those keys once she's got them? Seems like a lot of power to trust to one person. The knight might be making a big mistake.