Vaegar continues as the refreshments had not yet arrived.
"I was on my way out of the Breach to head home for a time, when the good sheriff here made inquiries to the magistrate, squire Hamish, and my self. It seemed that after the traitor had been killed his book had not yet been returned to a guildmembers hand. I thought this odd and.looked to the magistrate who mentioned that every thing had been returned to Fredrick except a scroll that had been given to thistle for her sacrifice. The good squire also stated that the home guard had turned over all that was secured and again I paid no mind figuring one of the other weavers had the book."
"However rumor reached my ear in shadow rose that you, my lady, had issued a reward for the recovery of this book, and this got me thinking. The last person I know to have had it was the magistrate and since I knew he was to be at the.masquerade I decided that it would be wise to question him, as a concern. I will be truthful in that when he answered me at the masquerade I did not believe him persay."
"This concern of mine, my lady, was the sole reason I could not see to the command given to me to speak with you for I was quite busy gathering my ...informants and setting them too work." A slight smile creases his face.
"It was after her grace and my kin were kiddnapped, when my blood was boiling and my mind racing, that my informant wished to speak to me alone. They produced that which is before you and gave no notion as to how it was attained. I must say that the nights events weighed to heavily upon me to approach you except for now." Vaegar seems to sigh a little as he recalls the events of the masquerade.