Ariel turned, carefully setting the ledger on the desk. From his pockets, he fished out a length of twine and a pocket knife. God only knew what other things he had in there simply for the reason that they might come in handy. He would have preferred to wrap the ledger in an oilskin first but that was one thing he didn't carry around with him. It'd have to wait. For now, the twine went around the ledger and he tied it tight to make it easier to carry, cutting off the excess with the pocket knife.
He only glanced over his shoulder as he worked, listening to Amadeus almost absently. Yeah, he could respect that too, and, for now, he felt the death of the Primogen more. It wasn't just a case to be investigated or a death to be avenged. It was just a fucking tragedy. He ran his hand over the cover of the ledger and then picked it up by the twine to make sure it was secure.
"Yeah... After that, I'll get this taken care of. I know of a few historical societies that can keep it safe and taken care of," he didn't explain why. Ariel didn't expect he needed to.