A priestess of Ilsare taking supper at the inn is heard talking with her dinner companion of an odd diary page she and her friend stumbled across when settling the dead to rest in the Krandor crypts. It seemed to be all riddles, with something about the number five, and she could make no sense of it. She remarks on its strangeness before turning the conversation to the pleasant late summer weather and the excellent bard performing that night.
