He takes the book and frowns right away at the cover.

"These are from a Circle." He taps the markings that say as much before flipping it open. As he reads, his expression darkens. "Maker. I don't know what to do with these. I don't want people to work from them, but seeing where they failed, maybe I can come up with some way to counter the spread of red lyrium. Unless they're taken."

The book gets closed and he frowns at it for several moments. "Does the good that might possibly come from this counter the risks of the notes falling into the wrong hands? The chance of me figuring something out is so small..."

He doesn't know. He just doesn't know.