It was a most curious situation. One of the smallfolk missing on the streets of Haven is not, I am sad to say, that uncommon an occurrence. Scarcely noteworthy, and hardly the sort of thing that we would often trouble Guildsfolk with.
When we found the girl’s paramour – a bootblack by the name of Richard Haines – was also missing, we thought the case had solved itself. Then Constable Codgins found the note hidden in the boy’s beer.
“Aol Ohssz vm Qbzapjl zohss ulea ahrl klspclyf vm aolpy yhapvuz vu aol 9ao myvt Ohyvsk Yhftbz vu Iypknl Zaylla.
Aolyl dpss il aoyll jyhalz.
Aol aopyk dpss il jollzl.”
Most curious indeed. And far beyond my pay grade.