Saturday, 19 June 2010

A Thief in the Night

Dear Friends
Whilst staying the Drifting Miner Inn some snivelling thieving toe rag slipped into my room whilst I lay snoring (dreaming of a high summer tea of pilchards on toast followed by scones and jam and clotted cream as it happens) and stole all my money! I knew the thief had to be a Dwarf, for he clearly broke in through the window, which is small and low to the ground. My room is on the ground floor and the window, carefully locked the night before, was ajar and the latch broken in the morning. The landlord was, at first, unsympathetic, in fact he almost laughed in my face! This made me so mad that I stomped off to the watchhouse and shouted my plight at them with such anger and frustration that half a dozen of them instantly marched round to the Drifting Miner Inn, armour clanking and looking very serious.
The authorities in Linkholm seem to take crimes like thieving very seriously and do their best to stamp it out, unlike the guards in Gorglis, for example, who would not give a fig in such a situation. The Burgers of Linkholm apparently want traders and merchants visiting their city to feel safe - hence the strong and instant reaction to my complaints. I also suspect they imagined me more more important than I, in fact, am. So of course I let them believe me to be a prominent and respected scholar from the Imperial City.
The upshot of all of this drama was the Innkeeper refunded all of my missing silver from his own pocket and gave a reluctant apology, grumbled into his beard like a naughty child. I moved my belongings to a more reputable Inn forthwith, for I was now convinced the Innkeeper was in on the theft, why else would he cave in so easily? I have repaired to the Durkesh baths for a steam and a welcome relax after my ordeal.
Yours in affection,
Cornelius Clifford