14th of Nighthal, 1,490

A note, delivered via magic and unknowing hands kept in file in a heavily trapped desk. It’s marked the 14th of Nighthal 1,490.

G,

I’ve got to say I’m really enjoying our guest- she’s willing to help out around the apartment and has a sense of sarcasm sharp enough to cut. She also is a fellow stay-up-till-the-wee-hours-working soul and we’ve started trading off on making the coffee.

I still haven’t gotten a look at what she’s working on though. It’s written in some cipher and she’s quick to sweep it out of sight when I try to get a look.

- C