So much to do...
For Anstarra, sometimes-dilettante, often-celebrant, registered Adventurer and full-time Storm Captain, the notion of being pulled in six different directions as a metaphor was one she was wont to way poetic upon, in her increasingly-limited free time.
"Murder investigations. Voidsent. Cursed relics. Stolen goods. Black market. Garleans. Conspirators. Ninjas. Relatives." Not to mention the increasingly-strange feelings she would get of late, these moments of discomfort, of anger, sourceless and unsettling...
"I need a break. I need.. I need help."
She produced a quill.
Dear Ms. Greaves,
I hope the day finds you well. It has been some time since we've spoken, or even corresponded, but my recollections of you are of one of the more honest agents of law and order that I've encountered in Ul'dah. It is my hope that this has not changed, for I come to you with what I suspect is a case of murder most foul.
Certainly there is a victim. Miss Madeline Reed, late of the Goldsmith Guild, was found slain alongside her porters and bodyguards on the road to Highbridge from Camp Drybone. A case of an attack by Amal'jaa, it would first seem, as arrows used by the Beastmen were found on the location; however, closer examination revealed not only chocobo tracks used in the pursuit, but also that the blows which slew the victims were delivered by smaller killers, certainly no larger than highlander hyurs.
Bandits covering their tracks, perhaps. And yet I think not. I dare not point fingers in this missive, not yet; if you wish to know more about the source of my suspicions, I urge you to meet me in person.
Be it bandits or assassins, I would ask for your help. I have enclosed in this missive a list of the various and sundry pieces of valuable art - creations of the victim, which she was bringing to display in Gridania - which were missing from the ruined convoy (further proof of my suspicions, for what use would the Amalj'aa have for trinkets? And why would they slay the unarmed and defenseless Miss Reed, rather than capturing her for Tempering?).
I believe it likely that these pillaged treasures will find their way into the hands of the city's lowlives, fences and profiteers, and if they may be recovered then the identities of the sellers may also, and so on until we get to the root.
I urge haste, yet also caution, in this case. I believe the killing of Miss Reed was the snipping of a loose end, and if the mastermind behind this happening realizes their minions are being hunted, they too might be snipped.
Yours Truly.
P.S. Feel free, as you will, to seek assistance for this investigation. Miss Delphium comes to mind; knowing her luck she will chase a voidsent off a roof somewhere and fall smack into the midst of the conspirators. I will share further info with anyone you trust, but only in person. I'm sure you understand.
She then spent the better part of a two bells painstakingly copying the details from the ledger to the letter. The ledger itself needed to be returned to the Goldsmiths' Guild. She instructed Allistair as much, in her letter... which would then be delivered, with the rest, via moogles (she presumed) to him, that he might do the rest.
She thought then of the Chocobo. The one she'd been given... the copy. A beautiful work. Solid jade, with gemstones... and none of the darkness at the heart of the original.
"Still not a bad prize," she sighed, almost regretfully. "Shame if I have to kill him... but, if he really had her murdered... well, Malin could arrest him, but he has all that money."
Sighing, she turned, and set herself to the next task. Outside, the ship rocked upon the seas..
For Anstarra, sometimes-dilettante, often-celebrant, registered Adventurer and full-time Storm Captain, the notion of being pulled in six different directions as a metaphor was one she was wont to way poetic upon, in her increasingly-limited free time.
"Murder investigations. Voidsent. Cursed relics. Stolen goods. Black market. Garleans. Conspirators. Ninjas. Relatives." Not to mention the increasingly-strange feelings she would get of late, these moments of discomfort, of anger, sourceless and unsettling...
"I need a break. I need.. I need help."
She produced a quill.
Dear Ms. Greaves,
I hope the day finds you well. It has been some time since we've spoken, or even corresponded, but my recollections of you are of one of the more honest agents of law and order that I've encountered in Ul'dah. It is my hope that this has not changed, for I come to you with what I suspect is a case of murder most foul.
Certainly there is a victim. Miss Madeline Reed, late of the Goldsmith Guild, was found slain alongside her porters and bodyguards on the road to Highbridge from Camp Drybone. A case of an attack by Amal'jaa, it would first seem, as arrows used by the Beastmen were found on the location; however, closer examination revealed not only chocobo tracks used in the pursuit, but also that the blows which slew the victims were delivered by smaller killers, certainly no larger than highlander hyurs.
Bandits covering their tracks, perhaps. And yet I think not. I dare not point fingers in this missive, not yet; if you wish to know more about the source of my suspicions, I urge you to meet me in person.
Be it bandits or assassins, I would ask for your help. I have enclosed in this missive a list of the various and sundry pieces of valuable art - creations of the victim, which she was bringing to display in Gridania - which were missing from the ruined convoy (further proof of my suspicions, for what use would the Amalj'aa have for trinkets? And why would they slay the unarmed and defenseless Miss Reed, rather than capturing her for Tempering?).
I believe it likely that these pillaged treasures will find their way into the hands of the city's lowlives, fences and profiteers, and if they may be recovered then the identities of the sellers may also, and so on until we get to the root.
I urge haste, yet also caution, in this case. I believe the killing of Miss Reed was the snipping of a loose end, and if the mastermind behind this happening realizes their minions are being hunted, they too might be snipped.
Yours Truly.
P.S. Feel free, as you will, to seek assistance for this investigation. Miss Delphium comes to mind; knowing her luck she will chase a voidsent off a roof somewhere and fall smack into the midst of the conspirators. I will share further info with anyone you trust, but only in person. I'm sure you understand.
She then spent the better part of a two bells painstakingly copying the details from the ledger to the letter. The ledger itself needed to be returned to the Goldsmiths' Guild. She instructed Allistair as much, in her letter... which would then be delivered, with the rest, via moogles (she presumed) to him, that he might do the rest.
She thought then of the Chocobo. The one she'd been given... the copy. A beautiful work. Solid jade, with gemstones... and none of the darkness at the heart of the original.
"Still not a bad prize," she sighed, almost regretfully. "Shame if I have to kill him... but, if he really had her murdered... well, Malin could arrest him, but he has all that money."
Sighing, she turned, and set herself to the next task. Outside, the ship rocked upon the seas..