stalking_horse[Saguru is sitting in a corner table of the inn, back to a wall, looking slightly morose and scrawling in a moleskin journal. It's flat on the table, so you could see what he's writing; it's nonlinear, with blocks of text scattered across the pages, bullet points and arrows... And in a gibberish-looking morass of English, French, and Japanese mixed-language sentence fragments.]
[He's pretty absorbed in it, and occasionally chewing on the pen.]
Mmmnnnnn... That might... But this would mean... And if this is wrong.... Bah. [frown, and yet another line is drawn from what he was just writing to the "RF,ED" written in one corner; there's a lot of random arrows pointing at it from different parts of the spread pages.]
[Disturb?]