More like a primer on how not to get yourself killed in the first week.

[She held her hand out for the book again, noting that they were nearing the village.]

It is quite long though, isn't it? Helpful as it may be, it is important to know that your wings are your life; the Malnosso are twisted, death lasts a week, and we are all lovely guinea pigs with the single benefit of everything being free here.

[She gestures forward then to the village opening before them.]