My patience is wearing thin. We’ve combed through every market, every barn, and every back alley from here to the border, and yet the trail remains cold. This isn't just a simple theft; whoever took the Princess’s heirloom is playing a dangerous game of hide-and-seek.
To the individual responsible: Stop running. Every shadow you duck into and every corner you turn is just narrowing the perimeter. You can't outrun duty, and you certainly won't outrun me. I don't miss, and I don't tire.