Tale 149 told by Bishop on 26.11.2001
Thieves

A miserable elf walked in today.  He was drenched from 
the rain and covered from head to toe in mud and filth. 
A pair of britches was all he wore!  I was about to 
ask him what kind of establishment he thought this 
was... when he started talking about being robbed.  
Seems the poor fellow was mugged and stripped bare.
Those damn thieves now strip people bare??  I nearly 
spit on the floor right then!  His only identification 
of the thief was a few scars he had seen on the man's 
wrist, as if he had been in a fight with a nasty creature.
The thief also smelled slightly of poisonous gas.