Seemed like everyone had a pet extra-curricular wards project, which was just as well, because for a moment in there Gabe had been worried someone was going to ask him to figure out how to tattoo the castle. Which in some ways might have been less troubling, but Gabe was just as happy never to deal directly with wards again. Potions were trouble enough.
"Getting hold of some rare item of the printed word and not sharing won't help you mend any fences there, you know," Gabe commented idly, and not without a small smile. "And I'd be interested in having a look at that book as well." It might help explain some of the things that laced the various dungeons. "So fine, I'll write you an intro. Just be aware it may get you a howler rather than a loan."
Maybe the Prophet had been talking to him, Gabe suddenly and sourly considered. St Johns had always been somewhat garrulous on the topic of Gabe being a dangerous criminal. Honestly, you have one minor accident in a guy's attic...