The sorceress was seething. It was less of a visual experience, but more of a deeply felt tension that captured Ethan from the moment he entered the little office by the docks. Without any spoken words she pushed the evening edition of the Trinsic Beacon towards him. ‘Crime wave in Trinsic’, he read aloud and then skipped through the first paragraphs. ‘All forms of crime… from petty to heavy… spies… thieves… will murder be next?’ He finished reading and looked up at her. ‘Is it really this bad then?’ In response she pushed a heap of paper towards him. Near the edge the veritable tower of reports toppled and spilled onto the floor. Ethan could see the familiar handwritings of the city watch. ‘This man makes a mockery out of our city.’ Her voice was quiet, but Ethan could hear the anger flowing freely now. ‘Not enough that half of our letters to the gargoyles do not reach the recipient, they are invading everything now. Every dim-witted thief has by now discovered that posing as an agent of Skaros yields a good chance to go free. There are more cases of burglary than there are doors and windows in the entire city. Citizens have taken to paying with promises since their pouches are cut too often to bother even with repairs, let alone filling them again. The postal service has nearly collapsed since letters are likely to be delayed, if they arrive at all. Disputes under neighbours are boiling all over since everybody is accusing everybody else of being a spy. Even the mail for his Grace is being sifted through on a regular basis, according to his clerks. And the watch is overworked and barely able to maintain even a sliver of control. This ends now. Criminal or spy, I want them caught and tried.’ She swiped a hand over the table and the paperwork was caught in a sudden gale that swept it into a corner. Ethan halfway expected it to catch fire, too. Instead he watched a quill run over a parchment. Only moments later she cut across her finger with a sharp letter opener. Ethan held his breath and watch silently as the drop of blood seemed to spread out into a complicated pattern on the paper, forming a gruesome but intricate seal at the bottom of the page. Without further regard for him she strode out, leaving him with the neatly drawn message. OOC explanation: This is a quest in which all players can participate. From today until Sunday night, beginning of the King’s Council, there will be characters available in Trinsic for you to observe, talk to and, possibly, arrest. The characters will be available from 8pm UK time onwards. If you are not available at these times but wish to participate anyway, feel free to leave a report with your (made up) case with the City Herald. It will be used if it can be made to fit the plotline.