6th of Nighthal 1,490 DR

In the same cluttered, cat hair covered apartment as before we return to the journal- no longer left out on the desk, but buried in a cupboard, the faint tracery of magical defenses etched into the woodwork. The difficult to decipher scrawl has morphed into a complete code with shorthand replacing the most sensitive parts. 

The latest entry is dated to the 6th of Nighthal 1,489 DR; someone who could read the spiky handwriting would see

I found the evidence. I don’t think they noticed me, so hopefully I’ve got some time to find some corroborating sources, do some interviews, and get it written up.

And then find someone who’ll publish it.