Well, by the time I got back home, hoo-boy, the office was in a bit of a hullabaloo. Took a bit of explaining and some... creative reinterpretation of the truth, as they say, to get everybody off my back, but I made it through mostly intact. In the future, though, I'll have to kindly ask my employers to give me a minute to put my affairs in order before I go gallivanting off on another of these errands. As it stands, I already have several preparations to make before I consider myself ready for my next task, why, I didn't even bring a flashlight with me! Preparedness will certainly come in handy in the future.

Speaking of the future, I wasn't able to find anything on Dreamer's dead body being found, so I shall be optimistic, and assume she survived, unlike poor Monsa. I have been contemplating how to approach my fellows on these tasks, and have concluded that, despite not helping on this particular occasion, Dreamer's overall tactic of obfuscating her real identity has merit, but what to choose for my own pseudonym? Finn, like Finn Mac Cumhaill, the Irish hero? Or, given my propensity for Mirrors, perhaps Narcissus? I suspect I shall be doing a lot of time staring at my reflection after all, but I also worry about it coming off as... pretentious. Not to beat myself up or anything, but I am hardly the epitome of beauty. Hmmm, choices, choices.

I suppose I could commission a mask of some sort, if I commit to Narcissus. Yes, that actually sounds rather fancy, truly tickles my funny bone, makes me feel like a strapping young man in one of those adventure novels, or a mysterious mage with a hidden true name. How quaint!

Following my previous job, I have learned a most useful spell. Through it, I can observe the history of others through the reflection of a mirror. I have taken the liberty of testing it on my employees, particularly those I am unfamiliar with, to see what I can glean, and provide opportunities to those who can use them better. Admittedly, I have yet to master deciphering the information gleaned through the spell, but even with the limited knowledge I have obtained, I am already more than capable of allocating people into roles they are better suited for.

I am beginning to grow worried about people becoming suspicious about all my hospital visits. Ever since I lost my hand, I have been getting injured every few months, quite badly, too. It is something of a concern to most people who know me, and I dare say I may be on some kind of self-harm watchlist by this point, certainly not something one of my career wants. I shall have to employ measures to make myself less conspicuous in the future.

Cassio, a co-worker from two of my past jobs, has worked his own manner of magic to replace my missing hand. A boon of epic proportions, it must be said, as I have sorely missed being able to hold two things at once! Certainly, I owe him now, but considering his abilities, I was most certainly going to invest in keeping him on retainer anyways, as mending permanent damage is a most vital ability.

Following their previous use, serving as much needed body doubles and "living", for lack of a better term, shields, I have been working on improvements to my copies, primarily in their persistence. While useful, they would have been far more so during my previous job if they didn't shatter with any and every attack, at the very least they could have soaked a little more damage for the more unfortunate of my fellows, though Cassio's skills should manage the worst of the consequences.