The page is covered in a blocky, rushed script, just barely different enough from Common to confuse most anyone who might read it.
Dr. Reveck hosted a party today. Some sort of spring festival, I think? I do not care for parties. Dr. Reveck does not care for me, either, so he does not invite me to them. It all works out in the end. I am untroubled while I do my work unless someone (for some reason) comes looking for me, and at the end of the day there is still a bounty of food left on the tables. But today I couldn’t bring myself to wait before eating, and the scraps in the servants’ quarters have been wiped down in preparation for the thrall. And since I do not keep food in my room (crumbs in my projects, bad idea), I had to go downstairs.There were many, many people. It was loud and chaotic and people were kissing over the wine for some reason. In public! Piltover is strange.But there was a girl. About my age, blonde, very fair. She talked to everyone with such a lovely voice. And--by gods--she talked to me!! Me! No one here talks to me! She didn’t even assume me to be a Shimmer addict or a spy!She talked to me!!!I let myself be distracted from the food for a few minutes while I listened to her tell stories of the other parties she goes to. It seems like all parties in Piltover are about the same. But--but!--she said that she had never met anyone so charming until this one.(She called me charming! Me!)Ah, I wish I had asked her name...
