The way Lady Kara reacted to a simple request made Wil ponder how honest she was being with them. From the way she responded it was if he had asked for the life of her first born son. The gears in his mind click for a moment. It wasn't until she showed the book that it made sense to him. The reason why she didn't want to offer her hand writing is because it would only lead him astray. Seems this was no longer a job about the tangled love lives of wealthy nobles, but of something of greater power.<br/><br/>Wil Gave Lady Kara a look that meant he was wise to her game as he rolled up his writing supplies. Without another word to her he turned and walked out of the room. Downstairs he would scoop up his up front fee, He had always wanted one of those magic bags that hold more than they could, and this should be enough gold for it. "I suggest watching your backs. This job is not nearly as straight forward as Lady Kara lead on. I'll see you all in an hour." After his ominous words, Wil wandered off. He had some shopping to do. He would need to find a place that sells magical objects, and he also needed to pick up a couple blank leather journals.