"Anonymous Report #660"
Official report submitted on 3/02 by an anonymous source. The source seems to be of dubious origins. ADDENDUM: Further corresponding reports have been filed. Claim must be investigated further.
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File Date: 03/02
Report Number 660
Anonymous Report
Filed by: Officer Cecily Lynn
Peroledi, Guard Station 31
An Anonymous source reports the following story.
"I was leaving Vigo's late last night - ya know, the pub run by Stannis? It's a hole in the wall for sure, but it's been in his family a while and- Ok wait, I'm getting off track. It was late, maybe about... uh, somethin' like one in the morning? I dunno, I never keep my hours straight. Any how, it was late I knew that much. I live some ways off of Peroledi ya see. A great way to sober up before meetin' with the missus. I was stumblin' around, and I'll be honest; I was a wee bit too drunk to stand. I end up falling and smacking my head real hard on the ground. That's neither here nor there, cause I know what I saw!"
"She was standing there, bright as day; a woman with a halo. Just- staring at me, with these glowing eyes! Well, I start flailin' about,and my legs are fighting against me something fierce, and she just keeps gettin closer and closer, until she's right in my face! And, well, she was something else. Beautiful, I'd say. And she starts saying something to me. I didn't understand at first cause of the, as I said before, uh, 'inebriated' state I was in, but I just couldn't look away from her eyes. Now I don't think I've seen anything quite like 'em before. Kinda like- like starin' into an open flame. Something like that. She starts grabbing at my arms, trying to pull me back on my feet. Of course I oblige. So she's still talking to me, and it's all slow and quiet I remember that much, and next thing I know she smears her open palm on my forehead. And I see when she pulls it away that there's a smudge of something glowing on her hand. And she just wiped it on me! So I freak out and- and start smacking my head to find the wound and whatever weird muck is on me and it's just. It's just not there. My headache is gone, and there's not one single scratch. I one hundred percent hit my head on the way down the first time. There was a bump!
"Ok and then things get a little fuzzy. For the life of me I can't remember what she said to me! I really shouldnt've had that last lavender ale, but it was my night off. Arrest me, it's not a crime to drink! That was a joke. Jeez, can't say anything nowadays. I do remember though, there was someone else there- this guy shows up out of nowhere and they start to, to argue, I think. He wasn't happy that's for sure. He's all upset at her, and she's barely even acknowledging him. I think I laughed a few times, but it mostly just sounded like I was gonna vomit. And then I black out- completely, I mean. I don't remember anything after that. All I know is I woke up in front of my house. My wife was pissed of course, and when I tried to tell her about that night she just insists that I was too wasted and probably dreamed the whole thing up while I stumbled home. But that night- it's stuck with me. I know it was real. It's been a week, and it's-it's all I can think about. I swear, that lady wasn't human. I've been around for fifty seven years, and I've never seen anyone, or anything like that. She was like... like an angel."
All sightings of the "Angel" must be reported as sanctioned by Commanding Officer Vitriolus Hastings.
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