Songhall -- The Mysterious Parchment

[Talisman]

//Decided with Mentfrost to move this to the forum since Songhall is a public environment and my last post opened things up for others to take notice.

On a hunch, Damien Fletcher makes the trek up the Earthspur Mountains to Songhall, the site of the largest collection of books and tomes he knows of in Impiltur, the House of Many Tomes.
The runed parchment that was discovered by the possessed dog was torn from some kind of book, perhaps this book in in the House of Many Tomes. The Oghman who tend to the collection surely knew of a damaged book, or would want to know that there may be one.
Once he arrived, he would approach the Loremaster and be forthcoming with what had happened. He explained the demonic possession, the parchment he had found and his theory that it had been stolen by their collection.

The tender of tomes listened to the man's story with some interest and yet some apparent doubt quietly, and at the end shook his head. "Those runes there? They're abyssal--We'd not have anything like that in our library. At least, nothing that could be accessed by but a few. Still; given Impiltur's history, we do have someone whom could decipher such runes in time if you were to part with it. And to be clear.." He leaned forward somewhat and murmured, as if in confidence, "You should part with it. Carrying such an article around is asking for all kinds of trouble."

Damien listened to the man seriously, looking the runes over when told they were abyssal. He thought on his options for a while before resigning himself to the one before him, handing the parchment over to the tender.
"I spend most of my free time here in Songhall, if you leave a message at the local tavern when you're finished I should be able to respond promptly."
He turns to leave, but thinks of something else to say
"If you don't have such things here in Songhall, is there anywhere else this could have come from? I'm sure it goes without saying, but this parchment paints a severe danger for Impiltur. Any information you could give would be extremely useful."

Several days and then a fortnight all-together transpired quietly in Songhall without a word or whisper on the demonic parchment. It seemed to the casual observer that the hubble and bubble of Songhall caroled carelessly forward with a near mindless autonomy. That wasn't to say the city wasn't interesting; in the streets wizards bumped shoulders with scholars and strange merchants harked strange wares above the normal standard of an Impilturian settlement, though the actual use and value of these wares were questionable. It may have then caught Damien by surprise when a rush of guards marched past him towards the House of Many Tomes. Their sabatons made a loud ruckus in their passing, drawing many eyes from the citizens and as the sound past it faded into the citizens many whispers.

[Mentfrost]

Damien, who was in the process of enjoying a cup of tea, watched the guards pass by without much care. He assumed it was some kind of check of the various merchants who had shown up today. He moved his attention back to the tea, though the words of the loremaster flowed through his head.
"Carrying such an article around is asking for all kinds of trouble."
He looked up at the guards again, watching them walk up the steps toward the House of Many Tomes. His gut churned, intuition telling him this had something to do with the parchment, quickly he threw back the rest of his tea and gathered his belongings, heading out the door of the building and following the guardsmen to the House, though he attempted to do so out of sight, just in case.