Sweet Celeste,
I like blood, it feels good on the hands and can act as a fast dye if time is of the essence, and as my good Malarite orc friend will tell you, the one I send to hunt down bad friends, it has a nice taste if you are getting hungry in the middle of a fight. Of course, I am not like to drink blood myself, not with that poison sword your father gave me. Can you imagine drinking spider poison? I hear you can not even move after it has been through your body and turned your arms and flesh to mush, while you lay down helplessly in silent agony, thinking of the terrible fate that awaits you in the end of this life, and the start of the next. It has certainly been true for the monsters and slavers I have killed since it's entered my possession!
In Amn's Maztica ports, they removed the hands of thieves if they were feeling generous, and on particularly rare occasions, they would only take a mere finger. Many succeeded in their thievery, yes, but of those known and wanted by the guards, few were able to run their fingers through a beautiful girl's hair again. If you are known and wanted, your days with hands are most likely numbered. Or maybe they will just kill you. Most likely the latter. Unfortunate but true. At least let us be thankful we are not under the heel of Bane.
As for the warrants, removing them is next to impossible. Think. The Scholar had an entire army of the undead which he threatened to use on us, and still he was wanted by Sanctuary. You have just mugged a few merchants and a moronic, obtuse Councillor and offered me no incentive to remove the warrants. Killing people will not bring you safety, it will merely serve to anger people. Kill, and you can be sure bounties on you, legal and otherwise, will begin to arise.
That said, I humbly respect your little operation. Rather well done I say, I did laugh when I heard your halfling knocked down and mugged that Stoutheart thug. Deepingdale was the most amusing however. He was quite flustered to have been beaten up and robbed by a halfling girl. But I wonder to myself, Celeste, where do you hope to take this? Will you continue to beat and rob merchants, and build up a pile of gold to be spent on... what? The surface I can understand. Truth be told I know how you can acquire enough gold to buy way there, yes. But as one who should be handless as you, I have shown far more caution than perhaps necessary. And I do respect faith, yes, I respect it quite alot. Do you have faith, Celeste?
Please do not go killing more people, Celeste, I will be most upset if they die needlessly. So upset that I will use more than just my ears against you. I have offered you aid in the past, yes, and it was scorned and spurned. I was saddened at that. Very saddened. My second life gone in a flash to a third. Oh well, such is the way of the world, yes? Perhaps I will escape my third life someday, and return momentarily to my second, before seeking my glorious first. Or perhaps I will die. Most likely the latter. Oh, if only my father could see me now. Your father has been most accepting of you, Celeste, truthfully I envy you for having such a man to raise you. To be honest, I find you ungrateful of him. There is nothing near worse than having a cantankerous petty lord and knight of Torm for a father with an obsession for melee combat to ruin your life, you are like to find. Especially when your brothers look like they were born from ogres. Yet such are the cards the gods have dealt us. However, I digress.
We can still be friends, I think, but in different ways. Ways that do not involve warrants. Ways that do not involve my position.
Oh,
I hope you're well! Please do not be captured by my old organisation just yet!
SINCERELY Ex-PRIVATE DaRacKs tHe fIrsT