Changes in employment have given way, maybe, to a home. On the second floor you find something of an office, with books being the primary clutter- even then, they are neatly sorted upon shelves. Aside from this, a small desk under the window holds a tidy stack of papers. If you were to rifle through them- which may be frowned upon- you would see several pages bearing flourishing headers, a show of calligraphy intended for no one but Vivendel. They are as follows.