So no goodbye, no letter of explanation. Just rumours and pirate gossip of dubious sightings of her ship sailing off into the distance with herself and the witch aboard.
A gleaming white tome etched with gold scroll work and shimmering holy symbols. Its once locked clasp lays busted and broken, and pages seem to have been carefully cut out with what might be a dagger guessing by the slight stains and faint scent of poison on the few strips of vellum left behind, though pages also seem to have just been carelessly ripped out as well.
Profession: Rogue. Naturaly Guild: The Nocturnal Hand