He hummed a note of acknowledgement, eyebrows lifting as he stood up. There was nothing more cactusy than divorce proceedings; Raylan had experience with her personality type. Being a Marshal alone meant one saw all types and his brain was already flipping through the proverbial catalog.

"My imagination isn't a friendly type of place, so apologies ahead of time." Happy endings were for fairy tales and fiction, not life. He could spin a little pretty something to start but it always ended badly.

"Other people have looked - they found one, though I couldn't tell you what it was or what it said. Besides that, this place likes to give up her secrets slow and normally after messin' with us in some way." He gestured around as he stepped over to the next bookcase to continue the clean up work. "So. What kind of magic do you do? Weird hand gestures, symbols, latin or just chattin' up a god?"

He was open to expanding that list.