( She resists an urge to help him with the grotesque mess of the scroll, knowing help was a step away from taking over. Instead she makes herself look at the pipe, at how the trickling of blood... not sensible, this has to be haunted too, slows too a drip.

The man in the tub, ghost that he is, watches all of this. He even soundlessly applauds Marty in his successful half retention of a really gross scroll.

A useful, gross scroll, as it turns out: standing she can see what's written, and frown at the familiar shape of that wax seal. )

By the look of it, yes, I believe you're right. This symbol? It's for the Dawn's Reach Trading Company, which is apparently far older than I ever heard. What are they competing towards against the man funding our travels?

( She almost tugs at the end of her braids, catching herself and instead curling her hands into fists. )

What's this piece down here?

( Leaning in to read the smaller attached, still legible enough paper, her frown grows. )

A court summons. For that Manouk, for dark things. Light help us and spare is from the arrogance of men!

( It's not personal, Marty, it's reading about how the house owner death experimented on people, probably even on his Doxe's orders, and thinks he did nothing, nothing wrong. )