Leo is dead. Turns out the reason this older man was living in the house was to teach necromancy to the boy, and that he certainly did. The family and the servants, and maybe some other people, had all been killed and experimented on with various necromantic techniques. Seems our student was quite the psychopath.
Searching the house led to little else, besides a vague idea of what pieces of art Ellywick prefer over which other ones. And we found an elegant pair of gloves of missile snaring. And an alchemy jug that can create water on command, an effect I learned by accident. Hours later and I still feel like I'm not dry.
The city watch has been told. The teachers and students have been told. And we told the dean... I'm so sorry for Ellywick. I'm not sure what she actually wants and I wish I could help her through it. But being absent from a job for several years doesn't seem like a situation where there's any chance of saving said job. I'm astounded she's still welcome. and that she tries so hard to be welcome. Being told to clean out her office must have been hard. I tried to help without pushing.
Meanwhile, Suffrax seems to be leaving us. And apparently, that's not even his name but his title. He's wanted for some sort of project between his home university and Blackstaff Tower here in Waterdeep. Not sure what to make of this... Are we even a group at all? I wish I could talk about it with the others... But Rupert is so little himself than I'm not sure who he really is, Phennyr is too simplistic, and Ellywick doesn't want to talk to me anymore.
I wish I could have curled up with Ellywick tonight to make her feel better about her life. But I'm not welcome. For many reasons. Instead, I'm happy to get a night with someone who seeks my company. And might comfort in hearing the message of the Raven Queen right now. Life is difficult. Death is so much easier to understand.