Somewhere in Edgekeep.... Darkness is the keepsake of skulkers, lurkers, and general sneaker aboutsers. Prying eyes into their devious works are usually fast asleep with the secret desires of somehow being able to wake up and feel great in the morning. So the skulkers and lurkers go about their business as usual. Well, most of them, anyway. Over in the eastern part of Edgekeep is a small establishment called Tremaine's Investigations. Through this a person could find their lost cat, or locate the lost jewels that suddenly disappeared one evening when lurkers were curiously active. One would imagine quite correctly that some lurkers hold a grudge against one Laslo Tremaine, the owner and head investigator of the Tremaine's Investigations. So, one evening, a particularly dark and nasty evening, a lurker happened upon the shop of Laslo. With an evil grin of rotting teeth and putrid breath, the lurker breaks the various locks on the lesser seen side windows and nearly climbs in before he is stopped. Turning around slightly, the lurker laughs as he sees a dapper swashbuckling man in black with an eyepatch. This man is of course Laslo Tremaine himself. The lurker nods in a tired sort of way and jumps down to the alley, pulling out a long knife in the process. Almost as if it were sheer habit, the lurker advances upon Laslo with the obvious intent of cutting his throat out. Laslo smiles and in a flash his thin bladed sword is out. In another flash the lurker's cheek is bleeding. Another flash and the lurker's knife drops. One more flash as so do his pants. The lurker is quite taken aback. Then grins and reaches into his pocket and retrieves a small leather sack. He reaches into the sack and pulls out three gems. He says, "Take these three gems... I shall leave never to return. Your shop isn't worth the trouble anyway." Laslo looks quite evenly at the lurker and says, "I would leave you with the three, and I'll take the bag, please." At that the lurker laughs and suddenly from behind his head another knife flashes and like an arrow is thrown at Laslo. Snapping his head to the side, Laslo watches the knife whiz past him and makes a swift cut with his blade. The lurker then turns pale and runs screaming and tripping up the alley. Laslo bends down and picks up two twisted ojects. He pries the dead fingers apart of the hands and retrives the gems, then deposits the hands in the nearest rainbarrel. "He gave me a hand... heh heh.." Laslo chuckles at this and can't seem to control himself as he wanders into his shop. One could hear him say, "Must be about 10,000 gp worth of gems here... heh heh heh..." pale, screams