You set up your equipment in a broad avenue away from a pack of hunting devils. The curved black spires of the Bazaar glisten like... what? Damp shells, perhaps, or dew-covered obsidian. You can only see a few symbols from this angle, as many are obscured by dense clouds of bats, but it's enough to help your researches. You have no need to write them down: one doesn't easily forget letters of the Correspondence.