From: "Charlotte" <cburton@baltech.edu>
To: "Head Moof" <bgmahigan@baltech.edu>
Subject: Status Update

Progress has been less than stellar. There's no shortage of gossip about her; half the village seems to be talking about her at any given moment. The data would be much more helpful, however, if we had reason to believe any of it. For now, we are focusing on finding her ourselves, in hopes of bypassing this vineyard of grapevines and moving on to direct observation. Seriously, this is insufferable. She lives in a castle hidden somewhere in the forest, she's taken over a nearby dungeon, a swamp has appeared to the south, with her hut in the middle, her true home lies miles above the clouds, where she rains despair on innocent people below, she's hiding in the rafters of the inn as we speak. At least we can rule that last one out, I suppose. As soon as we pick up an even halfway-believable rumor, I'm going to start looking into taking some passive sweeps around the area.

The local dialects, mixed with the high ambient noise of the tavern, have not made our job any easier. Most of the results for 'witch' keep getting confused, so unless you want to listen to a thousand orders for sandwiches, we're going to need to find a better way to deal with the amount of input we're gathering here. Now I can't get the idea out of my head. How come you never told the kitchens to start selling moofwiches?

From: "Head Moof" <bgmahigan@baltech.edu>
To: "Charlotte" <cburton@baltech.edu>
Subject: RE: Status Update

Do you have any idea how much flak I get every time I order a cheeseburger? I am not going to risk them inventing a moofwich for fear that it would actually be something I'd want to order.

Art: mei5683