13th of Uktar 1,490 DR

In a cluttered cheap apartment lightly coated in cat hair sits a battered, scratched, and stained journal written in difficult to decipher scrawl. A breeze blows in through the window, flipping the pages, back and back until it dies down and we read:

Gods wept. I saw them summoning demons last night. This is huge. Does the rest of the church know? Does the government? The royal family?

I’ll be laughed out of the office if I take this in now. I need more evidence, more information.

Further down the page, pressed harder into the paper

I need a weapon.