A library. Well, that would be terribly useful, except that Raistlin has a feeling these are all going to be written in that script no one can decipher. But there might still be some clue. Pictures, maybe. Or a child's primer, and then he could try to learn their script -

"Here, then?" The little gnome-king nods. "Thank you. Where to begin...?"

He approaches the desk, cautiously. This could be an ordinary scholar's workspace, or it could be a mage's. No way to tell by looking, and any mage worth the title would have protections around their tools.