Watchmen,

I am told that you are conducting a search for me. What is more disconcerting is that you've not placed a warrant on me. Whether that means you hope for a friendly conversation, or whether that means you intend for me "commit suicide" in my cell, is a matter that is very much up in the air, and the reason you are as of yet unable to find me.

If the truth of the matter is that you truly do only wish to ask a few questions, then I am more than happy to allow you to conduct your interview (read:interrogation) through correspondence as I am distrustful of your questioning and sentencing methods at this time.

Ask your questions, and leave word in Mur, the Pyrimo, Fish Island, the Siren and the Crone. I am at one of these. I hope the futility of writing 5 superfluous copies of the letter isn't enough to make you abstain from the effort, as I am most willing to answer you questions honestly.

-Celeste Macasta

[sent back to the five places]

Celeste Macasta,

You may stay in your self-exile if you wish. Know that actions do have consequences however and that we will hound you until you come to face them in trial.

If you believe you are innocent or have been played in this matter, then write me -exactly- what transpired and -WHY- you did it.

A shame things turned out to be so ugly,

- Lieutenant Lothor, Sanctuary Watch.

Lothor,

I have been wronged, I assure you. You've met me, and I believe you know that I am no cold-blooded killer.

The truth of the matter is that I have been framed, elaborately. I do not expect you to believe this, and I do not expect that my words shall be taken with any seriousness, however for my own piece of mind I believe I need to at least relay what actually occurred.

We entered into the home in order to reclaim a crate that was stolen from Kenning's Mercantile by this gang. Once inside, however, they proved to be little more than children, one of them quite literally a little girl. I attempted to negotiate with them, however they were most assuredly not having it. My orders, handed to me from Elzabeth Kenning were to slaughter them, in the event of resistance. However, I could not bring myself to conduct such wanton murder to such young people, or anyone for that matter.

I have since come to realize that she must have intended for me to not only do so, but be caught, because she appears to have had an insurance policy. My Retainer Hebraeus Schmitt and I left the home, while Cyril Rossetti and Eric Reed lingered behind us, exiting as well, but not accompanying us back to the Estate. I am forced to conclude that she bribed them into slaughtering the house, with an unknown woman apparently intended to be "me", to frame myself. Of course, I doubt they knew they too would be arrested in the process, or they likely would not have gone along with her plans.

The truth of the matter, is that I left that house with every person inside it alive, albeit horribly impolite and in possession of stolen property. Reed and Rossetti were not with me, and the next time I saw them was in jail cells, proclaiming me a murderer.

Why, then, you would ask, did I flee. The truth of the matter is that I did not trust the legal system to hear me out, before stoning me. Especially with multiple Councilors sitting who would certainly love to see me in that Cage. I fled out of fear, not only of the law, but of Kenning, and what she would do to see me dead.

So, that is my tale. Take it as you will.

Let me know if you still want my head or not.

~Celeste Macasta

[received]