Captain City Watch,

It's dificult to describe the intruder since my memory of the incident is a bit hazy. This I attribute to the hard wooden cudgel that managed to smash itself against the back of my skull. I'm not sure how much time had passed before my consciousness returned to me, but when it did my vision was fuzzy like it would be had I consumed too much wine.

The figure that stood over me, knife to my throat, was a female half-elf or something as vile as that race. She seemed quite short for her lowly breed and obviously did not benefit from the superior genes of her human parent to gift her with any height. She had a mop of raven black hair on top of her head. The strands were lightly curled and seemed to have been styled recently, but the activity of the break in loosened a few stands to stick out at odd angles. The light behind her, her stray hair, and my throbbing head made her seem to have a reddish halo. As for her face she had green eyes, just like an elf. Her lips and face weren't painted or anything and she seemed very plain, though I'm not one to judge. She might have been pretty had she not been sneering down at me during our entire interaction. Her eyebrows were unplucked, her nose was small and soft and turned up slightly at the end, and her chin was small, which gave her face a very round apperance. Her eyes were also set a bit farther apart than normal, not monsterously so, but this coupled with her round visage gave me an owlish impression of the girl.

After demanding my money and informing me she'd slit my throat if I went to the guards, I got a good look at her as she fled through a newly broken window. She was dressed in black leathers, in the style of the common thieves we see too often in this fine city. Her body was slender and a bit boyish, the girl hardly had any womanly fetures about her. Her chest was fairly flat and her hips weren't wide enough to draw much attention. The theif's sleeves were rolled up and I could see that she marred her flesh with a tattoo up her left forarm up to beneath her clothing. No doubt she has other such brands underneath her clothing somewhere. The tattoo I saw seemed to be just decoration, pattern, no real design to it. You may seek out a tattoo artist (I use the word very loosly) in the ghettos who might know what I'm talking about.

I smelt a bit of alcohol on her breath and later on thought to check out wine stores. The little theif had helped herself to half a keg of very expensive aged wine. How she managed to escape with it or consume as much as she did is beyond my imagination. Othen than the stench of inebriation on her breath, the girl smelt of rain and soil. This is likely the result of perfume given to her by some sent-blind whore house owner.

Attached to this letter is list of all stolen property, which I expect to be repalced or reimbursed for hastily.

Honorable Rev. Elster Silverkin

P.S. Take special care to repay the theif for the large lump that still throbs on the back of my head.

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