[Anguirel]

A dastardly crime has been perpetrated, villagers. To adminster justice, I am forced to circulate the land without roof nor stock above my weary head. I thus sleep alone, in the wild, unguarded, under my favourite blanket of tawny tartan. It is still often chilly, and I occasionally have a dram of whisky to keep myself warm.

I should have noticed that the whisky was slightly darker than usual as I glugged it down. I fell into a long, dark, sleep, troubled by flibbertigibbets and purple cockroaches, and the howling of some vast and terrible beast. All this, I fear, was caused by some noxious drug slipped in my whisky. There is someone in this village with something to hide...with murder to hide...who would rather not have the judge awake.

It was only thanks to the benevolence of a passing Elven healer that I recovered my senses. I borrowed a horse and rode hard back to the village gate, my heart filled with dread...and then it was that tidings of woe and of slaughter reached my aching ears.

I shall pass judgement soon. But first you must judge me, for a brehon's character must be unimpeachable. While I investigate the facts, listen to my tale and determine whether I deserve punishment or pity.

((Blasted internet connection...))