I skim through the text on the front page of the paper. "Blah blah, Ronald Martin murdered," I mutter, "Blah blah Robert Ridgefield..." Looks like mostly the same information that was previously displayed by the magic mirror. Meanwhile, Igi-Kur appears to be reciting poetry for some reason -- spellcasters are so weird. Bored, I offer the paper to the gnome twins to see if they are interested in reading it.