Fugitive from Amn Hunted in Snail Street
Waterdeep -- A notorious murderer from Amn was cornered in Snail Street (Dock Ward) yestereve and hacked to death by men who'd hunted him from Athkatla, the city where he slew at least sixty merchants.
Induth Haelor, called "Haelor of the Heads" because he decapitated his victims, was described by a witness to the slaying as a "young, nervous-looking, spider-thin" man with long, tangled dark hair, many daggers about his person, and "great, staring dark eyes."
Said outlander merchant Imryn Thalgallop of Iriaebor, a dealer in curios and sundries from Inner Sea lands: "A dozen men or more came down on him, from north and south, then out from side-alleys and shops, whistling to each other. They drew in around him in a ring, quite menacing -- and he knew they'd got him! He rushed one of them, downed the man with three or four hurled knives, and crossed blades with the next -- but by then they were all around him. They cut him up, they did, right into pieces there in the street!"
Watch patrols were on the scene almost before the slayers were done, and the hunters from Amn did not resist arrest. They told the Watch calmly they bore commissions from "the rulers of Amn" authorizing them to put Haelor to death, and that to punish them would be to "incur the displeasure of a trading land that could crush this city." At the time of this writing, it's not known if magisters or Lords of the city were impressed by such arguments.
Haelor is said to have become deranged when the loss of all his invested funds in crooked dealings cost him the favor of his father and then his betrothed; his victims are all thought to have been men he thought swindled him. His habit of seizing a particular amount of coin from each victim supports this tale and suggests that he was replacing their portion of his losses, "to the last copper."
Several witnesses, including Thalgallop, say Haelor continuously hissed, "Slurdren! Slurdren!" (Amnian slang meaning "a ruthless, ruinous-to-society turncoin;" turncoin means "swindler") as he fought and died. Folk of Snail Street swear they heard the same word hissed last night, in the empty darkness of the street, at the murder scene.
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