Before Keystone left, Meriv nodded enthusiastically and wrote down a name on a note, then handed it to the monk:

"Check this tomorrow, it will have a time for you to come speak to one of our junior historians, who will be much less heavy on your pouch, I assure you. Expect to spend only a few hundred gold coins to get a good amount of time with them." He ushered the monk out of the establishment as the sun set, wishing him safety in the evening streets and reminding to read the scrap of paper tomorrow.

On the paper, written in some odd chalk, spelled out a name, 'Arwan Yrsan' and was empty besides the name.