Swamped

More than a few ships were coming in for the holy day celebrations. One of them had evidently been celebrating early, because the drunken crew started a fight with their rivals, and two more crews had joined in by the time the authorities intervened. It was so bad that one of the captains in the town guard opted to quit rather than see another mess like that. You'd heard she was even leaving town over it.

You wonder how many of those sailors were readers. Probably not many, if the crew you worked with was any indication. So you hopefully won't have that much extra competition for books.

The nurse soon returns with one.

"This was all we had free," she says apologetically. "So if it's not your thing, not much I can do until someone else finishes."

"I'm sure it will manage to be more interesting than staring at the ceiling," you reply as she hands it to you. "Thank you."

"And I sent word to the temple. No idea when they'll respond, though. If they don't, I suppose we'll just buy you some clothes."

"I don't suppose my old ones could be returned to me, even if they're in no state to wear? They're of sentimental value to me." Mostly the sentiment of not having stray time magic lying around if you manage to leave.

"Doubt you'd recognize 'em, but I suppose that's allowed. I'll make arrangement."

With that, she walks off, leaving you alone with the book. You take a glance at the title.