Report, Brass Blades Night Watch, Steps of Nald patrol station, 17th Day of the 5th Umbral
Quiet night. Â We're expecting an increase in disturbances of the peace the closer we come to the All Hallows eve celebrations. Â Only circumstance of note tonight was a giant roe that stumbled through the door and into the drunk tank of his own accord.
The roe didn't have any shoes on, and had red painted toenails. Â Patrol station agrees this one probably blew their entire coinpurse in the red district, most likely at one of the high-end Cat-Houses given the work on the toes, and left too drunk to remember how to get home. Â There may have been a fight involved since the large roe's arm was in a sling. Â Cathouse doctors are good, if the bandages are any indicator.
We're not sure how he forgot how to get home but remember how to get back HERE but the C/O seems to think this probably isn't the first time he's holed himself up in the drunk tank of his own accord. The Roe said to give his things to Commander Leila Dahn for safe keeping, they'd "Know where to shove it".  (C/O note: Name sounded familiar.  Blade records indicate Commander Dahn retired 15 years ago, with full pension)
We searched him after he scratched a line into the drunk tank wall with a knife. Â There were a lot of other lines, with the letters "FSHS" and "TMB". Â TMB's scratch count was hard to read due to corrision and years of drunks rubbing against it. Whoever it belonged to hasn't been in the tank to update it in some time. Â FSHS was where the Roe had put his own scratch. Several of those were fresh.
We decided if the scratch-count was accurate it'd explain how he knew how to get back here. Â There were a lot of scratches.
The roe didn't object to a search after he'd pulled the knife. Â Official listing of goods is listed below
BELONGINGS FOR PRISONER #46091-D
Knife x16 (Where was he KEEPING all of these?)
Gloves, metal plated.
Long Chain, metal weighted ornament attached.
Belt, with pouches
Pouches contain:
 x2 flasks, x6 hand rolled cigars, small Immortal Flames branded (empty) powder horn,oil flask, rolled paper, waxed charcoal pencil.
After subject produced another knife out of their sling, further search of the bandages and sling revealed:
Knife x3
Bottle x1, Sharlyan "Frog Brand" Absinthe. Â (Confiscated)Â
(C/O Note: This bottle is illegal as hell since it's a hallucinogenic in addition to being a powerfully strong liquor. Â However: Few people actually drink it because it comes bottled with a 'magic' frog inside the bottle, so smuggling of it is almost non-existent. The brand is also rare after the Cataclysm since no one alive who knows how to brew it is exporting. Â Talk with one of the local brewmasters at a later point in the night indicated it's because you can't get the frogs anymore. Per our orders the only punishment was confiscation, and for the bottle to be to be put up for auction later with the weekly 'Lost Goods' lots.)
Prisoner shut the cage door shut behind himself. Â Subject said he sleeps better behind a locked door.
Subject released in the morning, sans confiscated goods.
Last words noted as "I'm going to kill fucking Tealeaf."
(C/O Note: Check local brothels, make sure no mistress named 'Tealeaf' goes missing in coming weeks.)
Quiet night. Â We're expecting an increase in disturbances of the peace the closer we come to the All Hallows eve celebrations. Â Only circumstance of note tonight was a giant roe that stumbled through the door and into the drunk tank of his own accord.
The roe didn't have any shoes on, and had red painted toenails. Â Patrol station agrees this one probably blew their entire coinpurse in the red district, most likely at one of the high-end Cat-Houses given the work on the toes, and left too drunk to remember how to get home. Â There may have been a fight involved since the large roe's arm was in a sling. Â Cathouse doctors are good, if the bandages are any indicator.
We're not sure how he forgot how to get home but remember how to get back HERE but the C/O seems to think this probably isn't the first time he's holed himself up in the drunk tank of his own accord. The Roe said to give his things to Commander Leila Dahn for safe keeping, they'd "Know where to shove it".  (C/O note: Name sounded familiar.  Blade records indicate Commander Dahn retired 15 years ago, with full pension)
We searched him after he scratched a line into the drunk tank wall with a knife. Â There were a lot of other lines, with the letters "FSHS" and "TMB". Â TMB's scratch count was hard to read due to corrision and years of drunks rubbing against it. Whoever it belonged to hasn't been in the tank to update it in some time. Â FSHS was where the Roe had put his own scratch. Several of those were fresh.
We decided if the scratch-count was accurate it'd explain how he knew how to get back here. Â There were a lot of scratches.
The roe didn't object to a search after he'd pulled the knife. Â Official listing of goods is listed below
BELONGINGS FOR PRISONER #46091-D
Knife x16 (Where was he KEEPING all of these?)
Gloves, metal plated.
Long Chain, metal weighted ornament attached.
Belt, with pouches
Pouches contain:
 x2 flasks, x6 hand rolled cigars, small Immortal Flames branded (empty) powder horn,oil flask, rolled paper, waxed charcoal pencil.
After subject produced another knife out of their sling, further search of the bandages and sling revealed:
Knife x3
Bottle x1, Sharlyan "Frog Brand" Absinthe. Â (Confiscated)Â
(C/O Note: This bottle is illegal as hell since it's a hallucinogenic in addition to being a powerfully strong liquor. Â However: Few people actually drink it because it comes bottled with a 'magic' frog inside the bottle, so smuggling of it is almost non-existent. The brand is also rare after the Cataclysm since no one alive who knows how to brew it is exporting. Â Talk with one of the local brewmasters at a later point in the night indicated it's because you can't get the frogs anymore. Per our orders the only punishment was confiscation, and for the bottle to be to be put up for auction later with the weekly 'Lost Goods' lots.)
Prisoner shut the cage door shut behind himself. Â Subject said he sleeps better behind a locked door.
Subject released in the morning, sans confiscated goods.
Last words noted as "I'm going to kill fucking Tealeaf."
(C/O Note: Check local brothels, make sure no mistress named 'Tealeaf' goes missing in coming weeks.)
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