{Alastair is slowly sliding down the slope that descends into frustration. There is a damned list of possibilites, and goddess knows that the Drow never leave any hints of what they're doing, and how.

Tapping his bottom lip with an uneasy finger, his eyes are flicking around the room as Lee speaks her thoughtful strings as they cross paths in her mind, weaving for her the grand tapestry of the situation.}

It may not reside in this room...or it may even be this desk. It's a long shot, but I might be able to find it if it's imbued with magical energy, and not a passive or residual imprint.

{But for an inanimate object that may need to be called upon time and time again for re-accessing information, it's likely that it is now an actively enchanted item. Alastair steps around the desk and holds his hand up, palm facing the room, as he speaks an incantation in Elvish.} Hir-luth.

{Detecting magic is easy enough, but just as Alastair expects, in this room, looking for an enchanted recording item is like looking for a needle in a pile of needles. He leaves the desk and calmly moves to the center of the room, looking around in an unfocused -- and sadly, a bit lost looking -- gaze.}

Lee, look for anything...reflective, or clear. {It's difficult trying to keep a firm concentration on a spell while having a conversation. He steps over to a small chest near a window, throwing it open and rummaging through with less care than before.}