Augustus 14, 357

(Various sketches for a suit of armor cover this page, each one bearing a bold charcoal outline and light shading within.  The margins are lined meticulously with instructions for mixing and working the metal for varying degrees of protection and malleability, and the items themselves seem to be of a vaguely exotic yet practical design.

Below the suits of armor, the author has sketched several swords in distinctly Farin styles, with curved blades and disc-hilts, some of which have knucklebows attached.  At the very bottom of the page, standing apart in a reckless, hasty script, is a single fragmented sentence.  A single line of thought.)

Dangers ahead.  Magic, deception.  What preparations?