"Amaya," she said after a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. She glanced to her side, where there was distinctly no one at all, much less anyone slightly resembling her, beside her, and she shrugged. "Nice meeting you, Peter. And...Peter." She slid the loose sheet of old paper over to them on the desk, a gloved finger pointing out the scrawl of a note toward the bottom. "Think the handwriting matches? But this is to summon...eth...something, not vanquish it. Unless the vanquishing was in response to the summon..eth...ing. I wonder who this b person's supposed to be."