Stolen From..

[Royal_McKeogh 5]

A tall dwarf stands up on a fencepost near the great tree of Normandor, and addresses those present, "Alright, which one of YOU whelps stole from me, eh? I left a set o' iron armer in me chest down in the initiate barracks, only to go back and see it missin'! Whoever did it may as well fess up, as Im genna find whoever did!" The dwarf steps down and walks off in the direction of the tree farm.

[Isirack Rivendare 37]

*Isirack approches Goldtooth.*

"If you haven't already found the culprit we will not rest until we find who did it... Thievery is not at all tolerated in Normandor much less the guard!"

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.