To the Honorable Mr. Arnold Kontacet:
It is with shame that I must inform you with news regarding your spellcrafter cross, whom our family borrowed. It has suffered the same fate as forty years prior, in the same place and at the same kind of event.
I was in the back row of the Lerutan Theatre. It was the loudest part of the production, I believe, when a man dressed all in black slipped a sack over my face and yanked the valuable item off my chest. The play was paused momentarily while I spoke with the authorities. My friends and I searched the East side of the town, where it had been found last time laying alongside the Main Route. Only this time, nothing turned up.
I've managed to have the press keep silent about this so as to avoid publicity; only a small police report was broadcasted as far as I know. But nonetheless, I feel it is important to disclose the turn of events to the Honorable Kontacet family for the sake of ethics, and also in the hopes that either you or those with whom you are acquainted may perhaps have knowledge of the parties responsible, as undesirable as these rivals may be.
My guess thus far is that the incident may be related to lingering politics from the Weyne-North Feud of the distant past. My other guess is that a trip made by one of my elder relatives to Notulfa thirty years ago may have attracted rivals in that region as well. But regardless of the cause, I do fear that the party responsible for the theft has malicious intent. So I will therefore assume total responsibility in assisting you, along with my friends and with yours, in seeking out this item. And I will, upon its discovery, see to it that it is returned to your possession so that it may be protected for the foreseeable future.
Most Sincerely and with the Best Regards,
Kelvin Schraber