| The Wrath of Snicker - The Trap is Sprung |
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| As predicted, the talk of town the next morning was the theft of the elven baldrics. People shook their heads angrily as they discussed it in the streets. Snicker himself participated in the conversations, acting amazed that someone just walked in the front door, overpowered the guard, and stole the baldrics. He sympathised with those who spoke of their ancestors, who had fought side by side with the elven people to earn those baldrics. And he cursed this unknown thief just as harshly as they did. But on the inside, Snicker was...well...he was snickering. |
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| Night seemed to take an eternity to arrive as he waited to finish what he had started. When darkness eventually covered the town, he wasted no time in doing what he had to do. Grabbing his pack, he once again headed out into the town. The first thing he did was pay a visit to four particular houses. Gaining entrance was easy. Although he was not skilled at lockpicking, he had acquired some magic-lockpicks a few years back. The simple locks on the doors proved no barrier for them. Once inside each house, he removed a baldric and partially hid it amongst the items inside. When he was finished at the houses, he delivered several anonymous letters, before heading for the Troll Bragger Inn. Then he settled in to wait. |
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| As he waited, he noticed several familiar faces wander in and take a seat. Eventually, his four unsuspecting victims entered the inn and sat down at their usual table. They were well into their third ale, when the man Snicker had been waiting for appeared in a cloud of smoke in the middle of the inn. It was the Magistrate. He strode up to Razor's table and gave the four of them a stern look. When he spoke, his voice was full of authority. "I am arresting you four for the theft of the elven baldrics." |
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| All four of them sprung to their feet. Razor glanced wildly around. "What? Are you mad?" |
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| The Magistrate eyed Razor harshly. "The four baldrics were found at each of your houses only minutes ago." |
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| Razor's eyes grew even more wild. "But we were nowhere near the Town Hall last night. We couldn't have stolen them." |
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| Snicker waited tensely for a moment, until at last several of the people in the inn rose to their feet. As well as sending a note to the Magistrate, he had also sent notes to several of the other victims. They were quite vocal and told of how the four bullies had harassed them at the town hall on previous nights. The magistrate’s expression became even more stern. He waved his hands slightly and all four vanished in a puff of smoke. He then glanced around the room. "Yet another four criminals dispatched by the magistrate of Leinster!" With that, he waved his hands again and vanished. |
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| Snicker rose to his feet and quietly left the inn. He still had one more note to deliver. He headed through town until he reached the town jail. Inside the small foyer, the Magistrate sat at his desk. He was rustling through some wanted posters in front of him. He glanced up at Snicker as he entered, and accepted the note handed to him. |
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| Snicker smiled at the magistrate. "Give this to the four prisoners for me if you could." He laughed softly to himself as he left the jail. It was a simple note. All it said was : *snicker* (c) |
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