Emong pops out from nowhere, with a black raven upon his shoulder, as you reach for the scrolls.
"Very handy, these will be, Worc says so. Tis all that I could write today. Mayor-Ambassador-dwarf-Krippler approached me this morning, asking what I could do to help. Worc here," the (slightly mad) gnome says, gently scratching the neck of the raven on his shoulder, "suggested some scrolls will be useful. So I did as he says, as I often do, and I wrote furiously for all day. Now, yes, see, the writing is a little rushed, and Worc has chided me for it, but if you bear with me a few minutes I will show you what each scroll does for you.
"Yes, Worc, I'll be quite careful to explain it all properly."