[center][h1][color=FFD700][b]Vilhelm Lundström[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
There was no doubting it: Katelyn Smith was [i]incredibly[/i] thorough. Vilhelm looked at her approvingly as she detailed to the wiry Half-Elf the lengths she went to to verify the Diary's authenticity. This was no mere flight of fancy for the young woman, but a genuine pursuit.

As she set the Diary down before him, Vilhelm offered a word of thanks before gently picking it up, handling the book as though it would turn to dust at the first sign of rough treatment. Gliding a thumb down the leather-bound spine, Vilhelm opened the Diary with surprising delicacy for hands as large as his, marking the date on the inside cover: March 1834. He and the Diary shared not only a birth year, but a birth month as well. [color=ffd700]"It seems we've both been around awhile."[/color] He said quietly to himself, lips turned in a small, wistful smile. 

Sifting through the pages, Vilhelm examined each written line carefully. True to Katelyn's words, the handwriting and style of prose matched what copies of Hadrian's writings Vilhelm had encountered. Even the foreign writing that marked the last few pages had a neat, flowing script that could only come from an educated hand. 

Sufficiently reassured of his doubts, Vilhelm closed the Diary as gently as he’d opened it. [color=ffd700]”I don’t claim to be anything more than a hobbyist,”[/color] he began, [color=ffd700]”but as far as I can tell, this Diary is legitimate.”[/color] Though his tone remained even and composed, an especially keen observer would be able to notice the glint of excitement in his eyes. 

[color=ffd700]”There remains a concern, however.”[/color] He noted, this time turning serious. [color=ffd700]”This text contains no geographical references that I could see. Emperor Hadrian used landmarks to tell the way, and if these last pages are to be believed, then we must needs do the same if we wish to find the next volume.”[/color]

With a slight, nearly imperceptible hesitation, Vilhelm held the book out to the wiry Half-Elf. [color=ffd700]”Would you like to take a look, my boy?”[/color] He asked politely.