The individuality of the experience was most of the source of Raylan's opposition. His own Harrowing had been easy -- demons had been offering him shit for years by that point, and Raylan was the exact type of oppositional asshole that had no problem doubting them and saying no every time. The only ones that ever came to him were weak and small things; the demon at his Harrowing had barely even been trying. He'd seen Harrowings where mages had to be put down, because they were on the verge of becoming abominations that destroyed the tower. He knew he was lucky.

How could a pamphlet help with that? "You learn about your Harrowing from the person who prepares you for it," Raylan said. "That's when you get questions answered and myths debunked. And also..." He trailed off, staring vaguely into space, then squinted at Adelaide. "I might be too drunk for this."