Article submitted by Gerando Falbowson, Indep
Last eve at six lanterns (or thereabouts) one Lucelle Vand'hovar was reported missing, her last known whereabouts being Khazeet's Open-Air Tavern in the Great Bazaar.
Eyewitness accounts tell of the elven Sensate setting up what locals have come to refer to as 'Bookwyrm Corner' when she was snatched from the scene by spells cast by an as yet unknown party.
Local practitioners of magic identified the spell as one of powerful conjuring magic, but were unable to locate the source of the casting.
This writer was fortunate enough to speak with several witnesses and associate and record their statements with his Mimir. He would also like to state that all opinions put forward during these recordings are those of the individuals and may not officially represent the views of their respective factions or organisations.
wrote: Khazeet, Tavern Owner, Unaffiliated.
GF: Hmm, Yes, Thank you for your time barkeep.
K: Of course, but if I'm to provide a statement, might that I convince you to partake in some of my stores? Yours is thirsty work, my friend.
GF: Oh, I... Well, I shouldn't! Ah, Ehrm, Water?
K: (A disappointed sigh) Very well. Ask your questions.
GF: Well, First and foremost, what did you see of the events in question, barkeep?
K: Much per the usual, Miss Vand'hovar was setting up her fancy little bookstand. She'd just finished putting up a sign when there was a bright flash. I turned to look and she was gone but for some of her belongings.
GF: Oh? And it couldn't have been a dimensional door or any such else?
K: (A long silence)
GF: I... See... No need to glare. Ah, You mentioned belongings remaining behind. What might I ask has come to happen to them?
K: Well, until either their owner comes to claim them or an appropriate legal body comes to examine them, by rights, they're in my lost property collection.
GF: I... see, might I take a peek?
K: (Another long silence)
GF: That's a no, isn't it?
wrote: Harlow Bent-Horns, Merchant, Free League.
GF: So, Good sir, What might you tell me of what happened yestereve?
HB: I'd imagine you've already spoken to the Efreet, yes? He and I have spoken much of the matter. I was tending to my stall, you see. My assistants were unloading a recent acquisition whereupon there was a sudden illumination. When I looked for the source...
GF: Yes? Did you see what happened?
HB: I believe I saw a summoning crystal. As in the sort employed by conjurative magic.
GF: Indeed?
HB: Quite unmistakable, I dare say. Why, I would even go on to infer that given the magical laws inherent to the city, I quite willingly bet my reputation that your woman has been translocated elsewhere in the city. Might that she's been subject to a botched summoning spell.
GF: Indeed, Thank you for your time, Mister Bent-horns.
The Writer hopes to offer new findings as they arise.wrote: Esmelle Il'Drannit, Greeter, Free League.
GF: So I'm to understand that you're an associate of the missing individual? First and foremost, thank you for taking the time to come forward with a statement for SIGIS.
EI: She 'as a name, you know. Ya' might's well use it. Bu' what yer wantin' ta' hear? Can't go givin' ya' no Embassy chant, note that.
GF: Ah, I-... Yes, Well... What can you tell us of Miss Vand'hovar? Had she any enemies? Does anyone stand to benefit from her disappearance?
EI: Woman like 'er don't go making enemies. All smiles an' nice-talkin'. Don't think there's an unkind word in 'er bonebox, yeah? Who'd gain fra' her gettin' bumped? Well, I can't give you na' client names 'er nothing, nor can I let ya' go rootin' around in 'er office. Dun' ask. Factionally, though, that's ano'er matter entirely. She's a high-up wit' the Society, yeah? I know she was doin' some dealings to get them Fated an' Hardheads to lay off some. They prolly ain't got no love fer her.
GF: I see, Well, for what you've been able to impart, it certainly paints a better picture as to what Miss Vand'hovar has been doing of late. But might I just have you clarify something for me before I leave you to return to your duties? The Embassy, ah, what sort of embassy is it? I didn't notice any particular planar symbology outside which would denote any particular plane or layer. Who do you represent?
EI: S'the Embassy Draconic, berk. All 'em big prime an' planar dragonfolk come through 'ere ta' resolve their problems. Big dragons've got big problems, aye? An' sometimes they rather we sort 'em out.
GF: Dragons?! And you don't think that such a fact might be relevant to her disappearance?
EI: Nah, prolly ain't.
As always, trust the word of S.I.G.I.S.
