Sigil: City of Doors

Last night, the manse of noted gem-merchant Dannell Crodd was burned down by intruders. One member of his household guard died in the blaze. According to a guard who survived, a group of at least fifiteen ruffians led by a terrible man-eating ogre is to blame. Mr. Crodd himself attests that at least 500,000 jink worth of rare gems were taken in the robbery.

Grundor kicks back in Khazeets with a newspaper, a latte and two pieces of jam on toast. As he reads his eyes widen and sweat begins to run down his grey brow.

"Thank feck I listen to me good ol gut aye and got out o thar company."

Gwynnithe's lip quivered when she had heard the news. While they were never friends per say, she had seen the man before when her home was also in the Lady's ward, the Sensbane Villa. She imagined what Dannel's like might have been like, and what it might become, like so many others who wound up in the Hive because of Sigilian 'politics'. Her reaction, however unexpected, was to send a courier with a note if Dannel could be found.

Dear Mister Crodd,

It is with much chagrin that I'm learning of your misfortune, and I would like to make a gem donation to help you get your business back on your feet. I'm not sure that it's wise we meet in person, otherwise someone might get wind you have even more gems, but if you could leave me a safe location or well trusted friend I could give a package to I would be happy to help.

Sincerely,
Gwynnithe 'Barmy Salt Weasel' Sensbane.

Naturally, there was a picture drawn of a wild turkey off to the side of the letter with no explanation whatsoever.