Eames sits at the table to have a proper look at it, flipping through the pages to see what he can glean. Some of this, he suspects, might not even be any mortal languages. Eames isn't exactly the 'sit down and research' type, but this is exciting. Some mystery text full of magic secrets? How could he not be excited by that.

He flips back to the start of the book, reading the first page with a frown of concentration. He might have to reach out to someone in a Scandanavian court to find out what's going on here. Maybe some archivist or occultists too.