20th of Eleasis, 1,487 DR

Scribbled in the margins of an old wizard’s spellbook, warded and concealed along with most of the spells therein. Next to the note is scratchwork for an analysis of some apparently unknown powder.

G’s freaked out- someone’s trying to poison T. If I’ve done my alchemy right, it’s one of those fuckers where it builds up over time until they go all at once.

  No one gets to hurt my family.