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Posted by on 1997 Aug 8 |

An Editorial on Petty Crime

(Crossing, Zoluren: Skullcleaver 351)

I woke up under a table in the Sand Pit, my head was pounding and my sixth sense was going wild. I looked around wearily and noticed a person in the shadows. Being a trader, I quickly checked my cash supply and counted my change. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized I was still in possestion of my previous days earnings. ‘Twas a meager sum, a few gold, but precious to me nonetheless.

Realizing that my gold was still mine, I quickly stumbled outside into the street. I was determined to make a mad dash for the bank before my precious earning could be liberated. I was fast, but not fast enough. When I got the bank I was dismayed to see I had "dropped" two wonderful, beautiful golden kronars somewhere between the tavern and the bank.

I pondered, then took out my handy leger and checked my balances. The horror was true, I had lost a fortune. I had enough sanity to deposit my remaining meager funds and begin to form a plan. As I sat in the cold surroundings of the Bank Lobby a devious plot began to form in the back of my mind.

On impulse I walked out into the street and just stood there, in full view of the persons of the shadows. Acting on inspiration I asked a few innocent questions…."How do withdraw money?", I asked humbly, giving the weasels a chance to pick my pockets and discover nothing. Someone kindly gave me directions on withdrawing funds and I stepped in the bank. At the window I withdrew about 50 coppers and made my way back into the street.

I was immediately set upon by some of the more disreputable members of Crossing society. I stood there and smiled as I pointed out three thieves who, I might add, were kind enough to refund the money I ‘dropped’. I then my way to the tanner’s shed, which , I had heard through rumor, was a ‘hot spot’ for petty thievery. The results were smashing, i say, absolutely smashing. Please feel free to play, improvise, and improvise, I promise not to be offended.
 

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Baresh started working at the Wren’s Nest when it first opened in 349AL. He’s been hearing the news and pouring drinks ever since then.