[Again with the throat clearing.] Mhavos Dalat, a pleasure.

To those of you who inquired, last time, to the state of the magical artifact storage, specifically the 'most interesting' item: I am now sitting next to a skull-- sans jar-- with what I thought was an ancient rune etched into its dome, but now believe to be a carefully calligraphied profanity. Or perhaps it's more of a suggestion.

Another matter, if you have a moment. I was recently reading a book with something in it that caused me to fall from my chair. I could suspect a magical prank, or the early signs of dementia. As I'm not one to cast aspersions on my colleagues, I'll suggest the latter.

I am curious, however. How many things are in this library that are actually relevant to this organization? Yes, I am talking about the collection of limericks someone slipped into the... cookbook. This is a cookbook. It has the cover of a Chantry history, and... nevermind.

[The sound of pages turning, books being pulled from shelves.]

In other volumes, some of which should even be here, I have found several pressed flowers... which I could complain about, but are honestly quite lovely. There is also illegible marginalia, notes on political and social bias (if you are the one leaving these, please inquire within), and a tome on the Fade that... drips. And smells. I've honestly been afraid to open it before now, but-

[A wet thump. Some choice swearing in Orlesian. A lot of coughing.]