It was good to hear from you again. There are many possibilities, but I am not certain of any. All I know is that they wish to find you and I failed, so they would logically seek out other assistance from someone they feel safer with. They have blamed me for actions not my own, assumed I will slaughter any in my path, and told me to my face that I do not know what I am talking about when it comes to subjects I have studied my entire life. They do not wish for me to be around, nor would they trust me with any further information. I do know that I am not the only one in town that can ward places.
Cris found a scene at the B&B and feared for Atticus' safety. You, as well, were missing from your home. Your friends asked me to find you. The spear was the easiest way to locate you or any of your brand. It was not to be used against you. Yet if what came out of the mist was not you, you would have wanted my spear at the ready to protect Sam, Louis, and Cris. The approach at dawn was merely coincidence as there was no way to know how long it would take to find you. Everyone genuinely had the best of intentions, but you left. If it were meant to put you at disadvantage the best strategy would be at midday.
Can I ask that if you hate the noise and lights so much that you consider coming home? Or does that grow wearisome?
News, is it? There is not much here. We have less bright lights than the city, though that is hardly news. Jepp the squirrel has made semi-permanent residence within my home. The town has been fairly quiet over the holidays, though everyone was mysteriously signed up for a gift exchange. You will be glad to hear that I received a rather naughty book, and actually read it. It was not very good. The last major thing that happened was the Halloween party, and I hope that never happens again.