Sergeant Greyward,

I was questioning a tipsy little girl by the name of Morgan Maddock about Ivandur Reynolt and Mandarin Dreagle. This was in the grotto of Rock Bottom, first room to the right--a private conversation. The door opened and an elf with a pot helm slipped in and expertly jabbed at Morgan with a shortsword. I drew my crossbow and fired a bolt, injuring him badly. He quaffed a purple invisibility potion and I heard footsteps leading out of the room. I slammed the door shut. Morgan was very hurt and it looked like she could not live through another blow. I acted quickly. First I asked for the name of her assailant. Leitha, she replied, a drow. Then I gave her an invisibility potion and ordered her to drink it and get out. We both drank our potions and left the room. A gas trap was planted just outside making us more clumsy. In the far corner of the room, I eyed the elf. He lobbed two objects which exploded in acid and electricity respectively, presumably to flush us out of the room and reveal us from our shroud of invisibility. Fortunate for us, we were already out of the room and on our way upstairs. I guided her to the main room where she made a report to the Watchman posted there. As she did so, I heard footsteps pattering out of the inn and saw the door open.

According to her story, Leitha wishes to kill Morgan because she saw his face and saw that he is a drow. I did not see the color of his skin because he was completely covered by clothing and helmet, but find her story credible, although I don't know how she knows his name and how she got to see his face. If her side is true, drow have already infiltrated our town and are able to reach even Upper Sanctuary and Rock Bottom. Also if it's of any relevance, I heard an adjoining door open and got up to see Rilo and Ivandur Reynolt on their way out. The attack occured shortly after they left.

I have not reported this to anyone else, and will leave the rest of this case to your jurisprudence. I do not presume to know the right measures to pass, new laws to create, or even to convince you that this seasoned assassin was drow. This matter is out of my hands, though in the event of my disappearance I urge you to be most wary.

Andhean, Civil Defense League

Andhean,

You acted commendably in a situation of duress. Do what you can to see the witness lives through the week. I strongly recomend that she seek out the protection of the Watch.

Drow or not, I'll have my men scour Upper Sanctuary for this would be assassin. You and I both know that we can ill afford a security breach in these troubled times.

Be safe.

Sergeant Greyward

Sergeant Greyward,

A follow-up report. I had been monitoring the Rock Bottom for some of the day when an elf in red leather armor and a pot helm snuck in. I approached him and told him to remove his helm, in no polite terms. He refused. I saw three people who I now know as Gorfin, Talia, and Ronim conversing at the nearby table, about ten feet away. They were talking about a belt and its magical properties. Turning back, I placed my hand on the elf's helm and he issued a warning, his hand on his rapier hilt. I ignored his warning and continued to try to forcibly remove the helm. He broke free, drew his rapier and with a masterful thrust, jabbed into my throat nearly severing the spine beneath. Assassin training, there was no doubt. Another thrust later, he soundly laid me to the ground, my lifeblood running to the floor. Fortunately my blood clotted a moment before a most untimely death. I think the elf whispered something but I just can't remember it right now.

I lay there on the ground for, I don't know how long, when a stranger patched my wounds and stopped the bleeding. When I got up, Gorfin Talia and Ronim were still talking about the belt, and the elf was nowhere to be seen. A crowd gathered around me and proffered their help. I mumbled something and stumbled out of the inn, determined to look for the elf before the trail grew cold. I found my way to the Crone, where I spied the same elf sitting quite calmly at a table, his back to me. I pondered my options and decided to turn back, as it was unwise to try anything in my state and in the circumstance of the Crone. The situation of law enforcement in Lower is a shaky one.

When I returned to the Rock Bottom, I questioned Ronim, Gorfin and Talia who were still enraptured in some vapid conversation. They each claimed not to have seen anything, despite having sat at the table right in front of where it happened.

some exerpts from the questioning

Ronim: "Dammit, where'd he go? I wanted his head, dammit. I just came from the bank a minute ago. There was a drow?"

Gorfin the Warrior: "I am certain Ronim saw it. I'm not sure why he remains silent. I just came downstairs a minute ago. I don't want to get involved."

Talia wanted me to repeat the story and appeared to be feigning ignorance.

The elf in question was around the same height and build as the one that attacked Morgan Maddock. Admitedly I am not certain as to whether he is the same elf. Much respect for his audacity to attack me in a crowded room. I am beginning to understand how unsavory characters can possibly situate themselves in Upper in the midst of fearful, self-serving and cowardly townspeople.

Andhean, Civil Defense League