Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Huh," Trev took the journal from her and reread the short exchange a couple times before handing it back. "Never 'eard of 'im," he said casually, although he was already making a mental note of the name and who he might be able to get relevant information from. "Probably someone trying to set us up. Leaving a flimsy ward in the journal just randomly, on the 'ope someone might be checking?"