Linhardt quickly realizes that most people here are not taking notes with quills in hand bound notebooks. They seem to be using the information boxes? But the mage doesn't know how they work, and so he doesn't trust them to save his information. The ones that are taking notes physically are using materials Linhardt has never seen before.

Mostly.

There's a small creature who is using things that he recognizes, and when Linhardt (inconsiderate of things like privacy) leans over to see what he's writing, he brightens up a bit. He knows that math! This person is trying to figure out the same things he is.

Linhardt pats down his coat and pulls an extra notebook out of his pocket and hands it to Tok. It's small, a pocket notebook at best, but it's blank.

"Here. And we should check each other's math."

He flips open his own notes and shows them to Tok.

"And see how much we can understand together. Making mistakes here could get us killed - we should be as accurate as possible."