The Tourney at Ashford

Like on the morn before, Kevan came out of his accommodations to practise. Loose shirt, breeches... And a greatsword. Clamouring swordsmanship with a claymore soon commenced, the heir swinging it without being pulled off centre in his footwork or weighted over.

How much for a pretty, richly illustrated book on geography of a given realm, the Reach perhaps? Something that can be ordered for transcription from the Citadel, or readily available for purchase in town?