This story follows directly from the preceding tale "A Marketplace Mystery", as the fellowship is roused the next morning in a flurry of commotion by the market...
This is a two-part story, with both parts now available below. Use the quicklinks to jump to each part. Other characters used with their author's permission. Part of the chronicle: "Where Webs Whisper".
Theft! Called away from his time off duty, Constable Bericoft Fairburn follows young Watcher Kenton to the Bree-town vaults where there has been a robbery. The suspect, having used some form of smoke pellet to blind those inside, managed to brute-force his way into the vault and steal nearly a fifth of the coin stored within.
Carmillia and Bregeswith revisiting the site of a skirmish with some Breeland rabble. The smell of decay was heavy over the little grove as they were going over the bodies of those left behind to find clues about their identities.
When I came to the jail on other business last night, I encountered a visibly distressed woman who wished to report a crime. A murder, as it soon turned out. The following transcript is of the following interrogation that took place after having her sit down.