Word has it — from drunken sots at The Gorgon in Thornwall — that Turlo the tavernkeep eyed three suspicious scoundrels who mentioned a certain merchantwife’s jewels, recently purchased with fair and true silver in Bankerslate. Witnesses were not able to identify any of the suspicious characters, though one foreigner was reported on the premises.
The three were later noted loitering outside The Twin Eels, where that sorry excuse for a watch captain, one Captain Drogo Halder, governs from the bottom of an alecup. Eel patrons said Cpt. Halder became unruly after finding something inedible in his fish stew, and left with far fewer glasses of wine that is his custom.
Nearer Middlemark center, a kind widow who wishes to remain unknown, observed a foreigner of even disposition nearby the domicile of one Torias Flager, tender of spirits and supplier of northern liquors, high in demand. This author notes that the aforementioned Turlo acquires spirits from this same trader.
Two of our city’s dimmest lamplighters approached Flager’s residence only to be accosted by this foreigner, who promptly set Flager’s liquor cellar alight. Brigades worked into small hours to control the blaze, which left the residence largely intact, but key reserves in ruin, more’s the pity.
Lady Flager then reported her jewelry stolen, and with that discovery the ever better known rook token in her bedchambers. I dare not suggest what may have transpired there, and thus remain yours, fair Cyphis,