[LordCove]

Well... I can't find Tegan's journal anywhere. I don't know where she's hid it... but she hid it bloody well. She's up to something... always seems tight-lipped or, making exscuses.
Plus... she's spending more time with Trouble at the moment, and, apparently, the little guy's learning to control his weave. Which leaves me sat about with little to do. So, made myself busy.

One hundred True fine for a re-paint of the Hall of Weave's Ceiling! I could paint the whole sodding building for that!
Yeah... so what if some of my potions kinda... scorch the ceiling and er... billow a lot of smoke about. I don't seem them charging those Infuser's for floor damage. I mean seriously... all the Infuser's bench's look like some wizard just blew up next to it... but I have to pay for ceiling damage? Bloody joke.

Muireann. The sneaky, sly bloody wench she is. Basically bribed me into lending her some "help" with something in the future... something I may not bloody like. All so I could get my hands on some old book and a document, she twisted my words and plied this and pointed out that.
Stupid woman. All she had to do was ask for help and I would have said okay. Instead she spent nearly two hours negotiating this and twisting that.

Raven's dragged me off on another interesting jaunt. I swear... where do they come up with the idea's to head off to these bizzare bloody places. Shadow Temple or something... lots of Monks running around and kicking and punching.
Still, nice library, and I grabbed myself a book for some... heh... light reading.
Also got some kind of Horn Alantha very neatly ripped off the head of a Balor... said its got some use to it, so I snatched it up before I headed home.

Don't know how... but Pyyran's found out I got it... and sent me a letter.

" Heard you got something useful I could use. Im interested. Leave it in my study for me."

Heh.. yeah... right mate. Why don't I pass you my good front teeth and my healthy kidney while I'm at it huh.