Weapon

Jezirea awoke with a sneeze. It took her a moment to remember what she had been doing with her nose buried in the pages of an ancient book. Her golden hair, bound in a simple braid slipped over her shoulder to thump against the table, and she brushed it back with irritation.
She glanced back down at the book she had open in front of her.
Oh yeah...

Some people seemed to think that treasure hunting information could be bought from any drunk in town, but that information usually only lead to tombs that had already been picked clean by others. On rare occasion there was a single room, so well hidden it remained untouched, but Jezirea found that the best information was based in rumors found in old town records, and the older the better. What better place to look for treasure, than one that had not been explored in over 100 years?
That's why she was holed up in the dusty back room of the town library in Fernsdale, labouring over ancient, tattered log books and town records.

Of course, it still required a lot of time and research. Sometimes there was just nothing interesting, no matter how hard or long you looked for it, which was probably why she had dozed off. A combination of being tired and bored.

But what had she been reading before she dozed off?
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