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"Robin!" Balthazar shouted into the gymnasium as he emerged from the portal. He was barefoot and wearing nothing but a thin pair of pants he slept in and a black robe that he kept for occasions such as this where he needed to act quickly. He hadn't even fastened the robe shut, revealing the glowing emerald cracks on his chest and lighting-like patter from Ilaren's mark on his abdomen. He was holding a book up above his head and had a wild look in his eye which seemed to startle the Black Cats who were on guard duty that night. Balthazar composed himself quickly and started giving out orders despite his sudden and disorganized appearance. "Wake Robin, Lyanna, and Croft. We need to meet now."
~ A Short Time Later ~
The Black Cats leadership had been roused from their sleep before the suns had they opportunity to rise. Now they gathered in the large office at the back of the headquarters. Balthazar's office. He'd taken the time to close and tie his robe while he was waiting for the others but every moment other than that was spent transcribing the information from his journal onto other pieces of paper. The Albarech would need a copy as soon as possible and he'd get it to her before the sun was up if he could. One by one his captains arrived. Lyanna was dressed in a nightgown and a small coat but he was sure she still had several weapons on her. She didn't look pleased to be woken up so early. Robin was dressed for the trial but it was clear he'd gotten dressed quickly. Little things like his right boot not being laced correctly betrayed away that information. Croft seemed like he hadn't gone to bed the night before which was strange for the old cat.
"What happened?" Lyanna asked first with no effort to mask her lack of enthusiasm. Balthazar slid his open journal over to the three of them on the opposite side of his desk and went back to writing from his memory of what he'd read. When the trio looked down at the pages, they only seemed to become more confused. Lyanna was quick to speak up again, "You found a gobbledygook book?"
"What?" Balthazar looked up at them and realized that they were not joking. His eyes shifted down to the book and then back to his companions. "You can't read it?"
"It just doesn't make any sense." Robin said. "Thats... gobbledygook?" Robin looked to Lyanna for approval and she rolled her eyes.
"Wait, be very clear, it doesn't make sense because you can't believe what I'm showing you or it doesn't make sense because you can't read it?"
"We can't read it." Croft cut in sternly to try and get Balthazar to focus. The mage's mind was at war with every effort to keep things together. They needed to act now. It felt like they'd already waited too long- but Balthazar took a breath. Then he took another.
"Well I love that and hate it at the same time." He decided quietly. If he was the only one who could read the Liberator's Journal, he was the only one who could transcribe the information. It meant his credibility might come into play. What if no one believed him? No. He would be going after evidence as quickly as possible. This couldn't wait. He wasn't happy he couldn't rely on Robin to help copy the information but he did enjoy that no one could take the journal and obtain the information inside. Even he felt like he knew too much now. He took another breath and looked to his captains.
"Alright, from the beginning." He said, "Last season I attempted to gather information about Almund using that enchanted journal. I thought it didn't work but tonight I knocked it off the counter on accident and it opened. It was full of things I couldn't believe-"
"What kind of things?" Croft asked for clarity- it was still early and there was a sense of urgent confusion persisting.
"Resources, tactical information- I wanted to know what we were working with and get an idea of how the pirates might attack but it's too late- it's..." He took a mental step back and told himself to calm down (but his words to himself were far less kind in the delivery of the message). He needed a focused mind to direct his people effectively. "If one group is in control of what the journal claims is beneath this city, then Almund doesn't stand any chance of stopping them. We are going to act. Starting with a message to the Albarech. She needs to know. Robin, I had hoped you could help me transcribe the information but the journal won't allow it. Instead, you and Lyanna go get ready for a trip underground. Dark colors, masks, short blades. We don't want to be noticed. Croft, once I'm done writing I want you to take this letter to the Albarech. Deliver it to her hands only. Do not let it pass through anyone else. If she cannot receive it personally, wait until she can but get it to her quickly."
Lyanna was gone from the office before Balthazar had finished talking to Croft but Balthazar didn't pay it much thought. Croft nodded after receiving his instructions and stepped aside to wait for the letter. Robin nodded to both men and then departed the office to do as he'd been instructed. He wasn't normally one for cloak and dagger trips but Balthazar and Lyanna would be more than enough help to keep him from being noticed.
Balthazar didn't put everything that the journal side into his report for the Albarech. He simply didn't have the amount of paper/parchment he would need to do that. The journal was an entire book. He didn't reveal anything he was worried would be intercepted, despite his specific instructions about delivery to Croft. Balthazar was not 'scared' but he certainly didn't like the possibility that the message would be intercepted despite his best efforts. Given the potential enemy's ability to stockpile weapons beneath the city, intercepting mail didn't seem all that far a stretch. Balthazar gave the letter to Croft and the old cat went to deliver it.
Balthazar would wait only a few breaks for the message to be delivered and after that if he was not contacted or instructed he would act on his own to try and discover more about what the journal had showed him. In the meantime he changed into a set of normal clothes that he kept at the office for such occasions. No shoes but he had pants, a shirt, and some vest options.
He kept clothes in the office because you never knew what would cause you to teleport to work in the middle of the night without changing.