11th of Nighthal 1,490 DR

The heavily encoded journal hidden in the cupboard has had several more pages filled, all marked with the date 11th of Nighthal, 1,490. 

I think the “Pelorites” are aware that I’m onto them. 

I was walking through the university district when something infernal attacked me- I didn’t get a good look, but I would’ve been dead if a nearby bard(?) didn’t buy me a few seconds to push them back. 

The bard introduced herself as Gwyn and, seeing I was hurt, led me to an apartment off the university grounds, where her partner(?), Chrissa lived. After the initial shock, Chrissa seemed to find something amusing about the whole situation, although Gwyn seemed more snappish than anything else. 

Gwyn also seemed to have recognized the attacker as an infernal, and asked if I knew if I had been targeted specifically. 

I suspect she caught my lie when I said no. She certainly caught my hesitation when she asked if I at least had a well-warded place to stay. The wards on my apartment, while improving, are more geared towards alerting then repelling. 

Chrissa then graciously offered me a couch in her apartment for the night, saying her apartment was heavily protected. I wanted to refuse- if I’m being hunted I don’t want that to be dropped on someone else’s head too, but Gwyn had me agreeing before I knew it.

It was a good sleep. I’ve been running on fumes for a while- it was…nice. To have someone watching my back.