So, as it turns out it seems like I have a new arm due to a ghost, I don't really know what's up with that, but the ghost seems nice, if I remember his name was ramen or something like that, oh wait it's Roman. Yeah, but it's kind of weird when I wake up and my hand is doing something. Also, today I found out that his fingernails can be quite sharp. He's actually a good person and he tells a lot of stories of castles and what not, it seems like he originated from England.

I got almost mowed down by the lawn edger, yet my wound has healed completely in less than two weeks. I made a cut on my finger, and it was gone by the end of the day. My everyday life is now filled with such subtle flaws in facade of normalcy. There is a link between this newfound fast regeneration and Rite of Moonlight - same eerie pale glow.

I cannot find any notes on similar rituals or spells that produce similar pale glow. While it is possible I might be the first to discover this, I doubt this might be the case. Nevertheless, I did decided to name it for documentation purposes. Sticking to theme of the Moon due to the pale glow, I decided to give this regeneration designation "Moon's Grace". I do not know whenever or not it is some ritual I have unknowingly conducted, but it is likely this is the payment "Mist" was talking about.

This becomes much more dangerous than I ever anticipated it would become. Yes, first "gig" from Coyote was dangerous, but not overly so - no one came close to dying. But this one was dangerous. Everyone got hurt, some more than others. I nearly got incapacitated, which would turn me into amazing target practice, and Felix lost his hand. I hope he is doing fine, both him and hand of his.

I do not know if I should continue naming those activities "gigs". Perhaps "Contract"? "Quest"? Who knows. For now I'll keep referring to them as "gigs". But after this latest one, I have soaked much of my gear - it's a miracle my notes survived. I do need to buy replacements. Perhaps get some more gear - say, a compass, because you never know when you need one. Maybe some leather jacket for extra protection. Pack of biscuits in case I get hungry. Maybe even some sports gear - elbow and knee guards and a bike helmet?

What I do know is that I need to work on my lacking skills regarding dodging deadly attacks. Some athletical activities should help me quite a bit.

Curiously enough, I found the book in a cold, unmarked package on my doorstep shortly after I got home. It's the same book as I found previously, and it more than likely contains secrets - perhaps, enough to start working on my research. I still can't tell what the text mans, but at least I can work towards learning the language it is written in.

I felt like i just had the crazyist dream, but as it turned out It Wasn't a dream. How do i know it wasn't a dream, because my hand i current resting in my bag, off my body. Last time i will ever let some one do that to me again... hopefuly. and with that i leave a message.... SHOOT I LOST MY HAND AGAIN!

-By some random person felix convenced into writeing this for him