Dear Diary:
Oh, this is positively maddening! It makes me want to rip out my hair by the roots, I tell you! I can barely keep my quill steady as I write this, my hands are trembling so with utter rage- nay, utter contempt for the vile demon who did it!
…What? You don't know already? Oh come now, the news is all over my realm by now. But then, you are the last person to hear about these things, aren't you? So be it; I'll explain. But quickly, mind you. I don't have all day.
It's very simple, really. Someone found one of our secret stashes of gems and made off with them. No, they weren't all that valuable, you clod! Compared to what we usually store away, they were worthless trinkets. Common varieties of various gemstones that are easy to find. What's really infuriating is that anyone could find the stash in the first place- and what's more, that they could do it so easily, without leaving a trace of an identity. That and the fact that they had the nerve to steal from Fair Folk of all people. Humans almost never try it- even the dumbest farmer knows better.
It's not just infuriating. It's frightening. The last time this happened was long before my time, and it was a crisis of the first order that took months to resolve. Our spells have grown in power since then, and the troves have become harder to break into. If somebody's found a way into them again…
…Never mind, Diary. I wouldn't want to soil your pages with what I really want to say right now. Until next time.
If there is a next time.