Tale 21 told by Taniwha on 28.11.2000
The Captain

I saw, the other day, a friend who for all practical reasons should have
been perfecting his solitaire skills in the jail.  But there he was, walking
amongst the crowds in daggerford, even waving at the watchmen.  When i
questioned him, he merely motioned to a torn piece of paper - a recipe of
sorts, in his inside pocket besides a jagged edged dagger. This potion was
made of herbs and plants that i had not heard of before - some type of a
hazel nut, perhaps, a bit of bark, some fungus, and a few others.. 
Apparently, this mixture convinced the police captain to let his friends
take him home.  I saw no more than that, for the more interested I was, the
more my friend fingered the dagger -- one that usually the captain would
have claimed for his own personal collection.