"My lord, the Merchant's Guild has no interest in harming your House. We have had good business dealings in the past to our mutual benefit and I will report your assistance."
"Sir, this has come to a shock. Your family and your siblings have been patrons to many of our artists. You will not be held accountable for this. I can hardly believe that your brother, Lord Wisten Feador, has done what has been claimed."
The Lord answers bitterly, "I can hardly believe it either, yet here we are. Wisten adored the popularity he was receiving these last few weeks as he sponsored Callery Frickard and toured him around the social clubs. He was so pleased that Callery had taken an interest in the writing quill. Being a bit of an intellectual himself, he threw himself wholeheartedly into aiding the man. He thought Callery was going to improve on the quill, and in doing so improve the popularity of our family's business."
"A few days ago Wisten came home upset and warned me about a new development. Callery showed him a prototype of what he had created. It wasn't an improved quill, but an entirely new type of writing tool. Callery called it a fountain pen, because he believed it would release a fountain of knowledge. No more would legible writing require special patience and skill to avoid blotting. No more would you need to constantly dip you pen for more ink, because there would be a reservoir of ink inside the pen. Also, you wouldn't need goose feathers, making the materials cheaper to find and possibly putting my family out of business in the future. Wisten feared that he didn't aid the family, but instead ruined us.
After some fretting and nightmare filled nights, he told me he was leaving to plead with Callery to at least restrict the sales of the new pen. He said he had visions of the future that disturbed him. When he returned he told me that he had gotten into an argument with Callery, and that the inventor angrily told him that the knowledge of manufacturing the fountain pen was to be freely given to the public. Wisten said that he stabbed and killed him in a fit of rage. My brother, a gifted Diviner of Foresight, started speaking nonsense to me of how he saved the world by killing the man and how he burned all of his usable notes. He claimed he was going to Soot Street in the slums, to Callery's second workshop, in order to destroy the rest of his works. I assume that is where he is now, destroying what remains so that Callery Frickard's legacy remains lost. If you pursue him, my brother will most likely know you are coming and of my betrayal. That's his talent, you see."