12th of Nighthal 1,490

The heavily encoded journal has changed location- no longer buried in a cupboard but instead squirreled away in a heavily warded apartment. 

I think I’ve been bamboozled into moving into a new apartment.

I woke up bright eyed and unfortunately bushy-tailed. Chrissa graciously offered a lovely breakfast and Gwyn tumbled out of their(?) bedroom a few minutes later. I was amused to discover Gwyn is not a morning person, although I gained more evidence that the two are together by Chrissa planting a kiss on Gwyn’s head. After breakfast she (Gwyn) perked up a little bit and asked if I had a safe place to stay. I do have some… relatives I could go to, but they’re in Baldur’s Gate and I’m loath to leave Arabel. Especially with this story.

But I digress.

When I tried to say I could find a place, or at the very least go to ground, Gwyn seemed unimpressed with my lying. She and Chrissa exchanged a look, and Chrissa extended me an offer to stay until the attackers were dealt with. 

She and Gwyn did not take no for an answer, and I found myself bundled out with Chrissa to pick up some supplies from my apartment, including this journal. 

The apartment itself had been trashed, and stunk of sulfur.