Taking the page, Essie looked it over. It was some kind of inventory, written as part of a letter. She couldn't make it all out, she wasn't great at reading old-timey handwriting, but it looked like it was a shipment of personal belongings being sent in anticipation of her family's exit from Siren Cove. The date was certainly right, and the handwriting looked vaguely familiar, like the oldest entries in the family grimoire.
"I'll have to take this home to really compare the handwriting, but the date matches when I was told the family left Siren Cove. Did he say anything about the rest of the letters?"
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Date: 2016-11-26 04:18 am (UTC)"I'll have to take this home to really compare the handwriting, but the date matches when I was told the family left Siren Cove. Did he say anything about the rest of the letters?"