I hand just finished triming the Privit along the Lane when my cousin Cadno called to me. So it must have been past noon already. I looked up to see Mrs. Blatand's tram being driven by the young rascal. Mrs. Blatand, Helen, and a gentleman I presumed to be her guest were all crowded in. They stopped there in the lane to speak with me.

I noticed that Cadno withdrew a small silver rod from his pocket and was chanting under his breath. Mrs. B never noticed, she was too worked up, and of course, Helen was focused on helping her. When Cadno had finished his charm to grant us some privacy I asked Mrs. B what was wrong. She was clearly upset. She showed me her spirit journal and William's message. I was surprised. I would have thought that something like that would be quite clear when I was out hunting, yet all I got was a faint trace here and there about town. Either I was hunting something esle, in which case a more vile evil was about to hit town. Or, what sought out Mrs. B was so strongly allied with the corruption we had been fighting here, that it was able to 'blend in' to the already existing background evil. I didn't like the sound of either.

I promised to stop by the next day to check on the house, though I was sure that Cadno had everything warded well. Mrs. B and company continued on the the Manor for their social visit.